You are made more precious than fine gold
spiritually refined in the essence of being bold
Worthy you are
A light reflection of the cross of Calvary
A masterpiece of a raw art gallery
Worthy you are.

Sweet child, free your mind
You carry two arms; your will and mind
Divinity is a mystery of your faith
A spiritual reflection of God’s grace
Allow yourself to be uplifted
Allow God within you, and be gifted.

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.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Clothes lying on the floor.
Wine spilled all over.
Wrapped inside your arms.
Under the cold sheet.
Your aroma all over me.
Romantic music still playing on.
Last night, Our souls danced passionately.

~JasB

Up goes the sun,
you know what that means?
In comes the noise
and out leaves the peace.
Day leaves the side of me
that is sweet.
Armor to shield the snakes coming for me.
Indigo movement for eternity.
Government failing us for we need to speak.
Dragging us down into the crypts of beneath.
A new world of unity our purpose to lead.
Believe in yourself for a real
life that will change the world until
your mark is made and fulfilled.

Wish they'd understand.
Could I live with myself if they don't?
Or go harder and write this message louder.
Fools chasin' these streets and white powder.
This city ain't a place I can show
the art that created my soul.
But it's the only way they'll know.

“Hell…”
You didn’t let me finish my greeting
But I suppose I’m a prophet
Because I described how I’m now feeling