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Smoke from Fire
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Still I rise, still I rise Still I rise, still Been hearin' a lot of Too High to Riot They study me like recitals I'm flattered, I am an idol That mean I am inspirin' growth, I am beside myself Spirit has lifted the host n***a, this isn't a boast, I have been given the most Go through my body of work (Mmm) That's a lot of hours, fears, pride, insomnia workin' That's true, they might see the dirt, true, they gon' see the work too Don't forget to look up at the stars, my boy n***as washed, I can help you with them bars, my boy Just hit up OakShades, send the check, heard? I'm the best out, wanna be the best heard Put my life in a song, tryna get heard Just to die a hundred times like Westworld, damn I got my city on my shoulders (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) I got my city on my shoulders I gotta work, work, work Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier I gotta work, work... Still I rise, still I rise Still I rise, still And kickin' down doors when they hold keys And put 'em in places we won't reach Weak n***as fallin' for the okie 'Cause there ain't no place that we won't reach Hate your own skin and put on bleach Hard not to feel pity for those people Heavy the world with its bold evils I wish you could unsee I look at the magazine cover But they don't have this color Would you still call me a thug if I ain't have this color? That sh*t rhetorical, boy, please Lesson we learned from like Rhodesia 'Cause black in this world never known peace Closest we came was a cold breeze on a plantation For the OGs, we demand payment f**k the police, get no damn statement Lawyer money in my bank statement, yeah Hangin' with killers, parolees I told 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em I heard the top can get lonely So is the bottom, no problem, yeah I got my city on my shoulders (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier (Oh) I gotta work, work, work (Oh) I got my city on my shoulders I gotta work, work, work Don't want no pity, I'm a soldier I gotta work, work... Still I rise, still I rise Still I rise, still
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