you may talk about me with your nasty,twisted attidudes you, might im crucial but still i rise does my prettiness upset you,

why are you upset with beauty just like my hopes is up high still i rise did you,

want to see me down sad faced and puffy eyes with my head, down and me feeling stressed but still i rise does my looks upset, you because i laugh and smile like ive got a tiarra diggin in my, own happiness,

but still i rise,

receiving wonderfu,l and niceness that my parents gave still i rise,

you may say bad things about me but nothing can bring me, down but still i rise,

but i just wont you  to know I,am a child of god but still i rise