The song Still I Rise is performed by 2Pac .
Dear Lord, as we down here, struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us, I know
Try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life's story
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me, it's a ride y'all, a long hard ride
Somebody wake me, I'm dreamin, I started as a seed, the semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
On the top was my pops, my momma screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to f**k her and abuse her
Even as a lil' seed I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion
Momma got pregnant and poppa got a piece of a*s
Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin' white Jesus
Will a nigga live or die? 'Cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin'
I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die, hope I get some money before I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin' to hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and they pops tryin' to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong 'cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man, he's a mind reader, keep my nine heater
All the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa*s the weed, nigga
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nigga
Everywhere I go, niggaz holla at me, keep it real G
And my reply 'til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise
Still I rise
Please give me to the sky
And if I die
I don't want you to cry
I stay sharp as always
Runnin' ya bricks with blitz, through ya 'Project Hallways'
Dumpin' crews like two's, nigga all day
Secrets of war, prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish, full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams, it seeems though
Be placin, triple beams and things, bro
Diamond pinkie ring, got the loot poppin' out my jeans
Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
If trouble was searchin' for me then why not?
Show 'em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the streets
Thugs snatchin bags, we out for power, makin' cash, it wasn't fast
It'll make me mad, I'm just like, pimpin'
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked in
Youngest, they buckin' somethin', the life he leads
The life he don't need, don't we all know
He tryin' to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
And still I rise now, I float, cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm runnin' down
Clutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound
I used to hustle with my moms 'til the sun came
My homey harm, doin' time from this drug game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars
Go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops
In '96 my glock's, my plastic pa*sion for blastin' bastards
No faces for open caskets, peelin' ya cap backwards
Ya cowards, ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin' holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin' more cream than toppin'
And loot to keep the seams
In my motherf**kin' jeans poppin
Leavin' ya spleen to pick up
Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
And still I rise, and still I rise
Still I rise
Please give me to the sky
And if I die
I don't want you to cry
Still I rise
Please give me to the sky
And if I die
I don't want you to cry
Y'all niggaz are fake, all day, everyday
So now I got roller blades, bitch
Thought you knew, your mouth is rich
C'mon, pops, let's go