One million of worms incite the fear
One million of victims lost and killed
One more statistic for the news
Another family cries, just one more bill
Which human rights they defend indeed?
What prison is colder, yours or their?
All values reversed in the name of greed
By 16 they had learned how to put you on knees
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, still I'll rise