Smoke From Fire

作词 : Abbas Hamad/Jamil Pierre/Roxane Barker/Samuel Paul Evans

作曲 : Abbas Hamad/Jamil Pierre/Roxane Barker/Samuel Paul Evans

Still I rise still I rise still I rise Still

I still hear a lot of too high to riot

They study me like recitals

I'm flattered I am an Idol

That mean I am inspiring growth

I am beside of myself

Spirit has split from the host

Nigga this isn’t a bost

I have been giving the most

Go thru my body of work

That's a lot of hours fears pride insomnia workin

That's true

They might see the dirt true

They gone see the work too

Don't forget to look up at the stars my boy

You niggas washed I could help you wit them bars my boy

Just hit up oakshades send the check, heard?

I'm the best out I wanna be the best heard

Put my life into song trying to get heard

Just to Die 100 times like its westworld, damn

I got my city on my shoulders

I gotta work work work

Don’t want no pity ima soldier

I gotta work work work

I got my city on my shoulders

I gotta work work work

Don’t want no pity ima soldier

I gotta work work

Still I rise still i rise still i rise Still

And kicking down doors when they hold keys

And put em in places we won't reach

Weak niggas falling for the okie

Cause there ain't no place that we won't reach

Hate your own skin n 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 covers

But they don't have this color

Would you still call me a thug?

If i aint have this color

That shit rhetorical boy please

Lessons we learned since like Rhodesia

Cause black in this world never known peace

Closest we came was a cold breeze on the plantation

For the OGs we demand payment

F*ck the police get no damn statement

It's lawyer money in my bank statement, yea

hanging with killers, parolees

I told em i got em i got em

I heard the top can get lonely

Well so is the bottom

No problem, nigga yea

I got my city on my shoulders

I gotta work work work

Don’t want no pity ima soldier

I gotta work work work

I got my city on my shoulders

I gotta work work work

Don’t want no pity ima soldier

I gotta work work

Still I rise still i rise still i rise Still