| New wave, yeah, I’m on a new wave
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| My family was stolen, this ain’t my last name
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| Chris Columbus started them cat games
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| How you lie to a whole race in they face?
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| You told me that I could, Lord knows that I can’t
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| Y’all sell crooked ass dreams knowin' niggas ain’t straight
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| They had my granny in the field picking cotton
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| So it’s only right I’m in the field with my partners
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| From splitting syrup sandwichs to syrup from the doctors
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| Pokémon to my dawgs so my niggas know I got 'em
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| Even though I’m extra hard on my lil' white partner
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| Know his grandparents hate me, I still don’t let it change me
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| I am not black if I really ain’t me
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| And I never tried to be anything I can’t be
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| The lupus won the war, damn, I miss my auntie
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| I told the blind man, «Nigga, you lucky you can’t see»
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| This world fucked
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| They don’t wanna show no love for me
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| Throw the cuffs on me, then they throw the judge on me, yeah
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| Wanna hold me down, no lie
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| But look me in my eyes and know I still rise, rise
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| Ain’t no looking back when you seen the other side
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| I’ma rise, ooh, woah
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| Know I rise every time
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| Death to all crackers who hate niggas
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| I don’t rock Timbs, they wore them boots to hang niggas
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| My ancestors would love me for the shit that I’m doin'
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| I’m involved in my community, I talk through this music
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| I shed light on all the bad shit the devil be doin'
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| I tried to find it in the Bible but the message was ruined
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| I’m not self-centered, I’m far from it
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| If blacks keep killing us blacks, the law love it
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| Open your eyes, the president is just a puppet
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| We at war with ourself and we ain’t thinkin' nothin' of it
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| Due to the fact I’m statin' facts, I gotta watch my back
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| One month for our history, I’m not cool with that
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| If Jesus was alive, I bet he’d be a black
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| He would recognize the struggle we see in the trap
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| Times up, open them Heaven gates
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| Just to put another white smile on my black face
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| They don’t wanna show no love for me
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| Throw the cuffs on me, then they throw the judge on me, yeah
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| Wanna hold me down, no lie
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| But look me in my eyes and know I still rise, rise
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| Ain’t no looking back when you seen the other side
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| I’ma rise, ooh, woah
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| Know I rise every time
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| Young nigga, still don’t know what I’m after
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| Treat me like a young nigga, throw me in shackles, uh
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| Seen him in the Benz, won’t talk to the pastor
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| Got me thinkin' 'bout the days I was flippin' the fast one
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| Skin tone dark, still I see the light
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| Swear my mama told me the future is bright
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| As long as I pay attention then I’ll be alright
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| So I always listen, big black nigga, yeah
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| Ducking all the bullshit, defying the odds
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| I would only find myself when I went looking for God
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| 400 years of these memories, we never forgot
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| We carry it like some luggage, know it’s weighing a lot, hey
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| Mind filling up, we still feeling up, ayy
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| Wonder why we active and we don’t give a fuck, they
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| Say we out of line but they just out of touch, uh
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| Doin' hella shit but it’s never givin' up on light
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| They don’t wanna show no love for me
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| Throw the cuffs on me, then they throw the judge on me, yeah
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| Wanna hold me down, no lie
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| But look me in my eyes and know I still rise, rise
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| Ain’t no looking back when you seen the other side
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| I’ma rise, ooh, woah
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| Know I rise every time
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| Know I still rise, I still
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| Know I still rise, I still
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| Know I still rise, I still
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| Know I still rise, I still |