You may write me down in history
With your bitter ,twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still,like dust,I'll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise
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