From the deepest part of darkness to the utter most parts, I Rise.
From out of particles of matter that floats in the mist of air, I Rise.
Up from the mortar and clay molding and shaping, I Rise.
From the coldest feeling of pressure and the fall of disappointment, I Rise. Out of bondage and despair hurting pain unstained, I Rise. Out of twist and turns toils and stumbles, I Rise. The smile of frowns turn upside down the distant of stares glances unaware, I Still Rise. For the day has come that I shall rise from the evil clutches of mankind from the struggle of the mind. I Rise. Yes, I Rise from the cold clutches of a dark dungeon, I Shall Rise from feelings of a capture bird whose wings are clipped. I Shall Rise from the
feelings of self-worth, I Rise. I shall rise as a mountain stands firm in the sky as the eagle soar high, I to shall Rise.
                                  Out of the Dust I Rise
                                   Rise Up My People Rise