Still I rise

Yeah… yeah…

From yard to America…

Some journeys look good from the outside,

but nobody know the price you pay.

Still here. Still breathing.

Still fighting.

Yeah… 🔥

Mi come from Jamaica with a dream inna mi heart,

Had to leave mi homeland just to make a brand-new start.

Life never easy, yeah, the struggle hit hard,

But mi still deh yah standing, giving thanks to God.

Still I rise, still I rise,

Even when the tears start falling from mi eyes.

Through the pain, through the pressure, through the long nights,

Mi keep pushing forward ’cause mi know seh mi life

Got a purpose, got a reason, got a road to go,

And no matter how the storm blow—

Still I rise.

Remember back a yard when the money never stretch,

Mama had a little but she gave mi her best.

Dreams bigger than the place where mi sleep at night,

So mi pack up mi things and mi say, “Time fi fight.”

America cold, and the road get rough,

Everybody tell you “work hard,” but hard never enough.

Bills on the table and the pressure pile high,

Sometimes mi smile while mi fighting inside.

Mi miss the food, mi miss the people,

Miss the warm sunshine and the church with the steeple.

But sacrifice is the price of a dream,

So mi wipe mi tears and mi step on the scene.

Nobody see the nights when mi couldn’t sleep,

Nobody know the promises mi had to keep.

But every scar upon mi soul remind me—

Mi been through hell and I’m still standing proudly.

Mi come from Jamaica with a dream inna mi heart,

Had to leave mi homeland just to make a brand-new start.

Life never easy, yeah, the struggle hit hard,

But mi still deh yah standing, giving thanks to God.

Still I rise, still I rise,

Even when the tears start falling from mi eyes.

Through the pain, through the pressure, through the long nights,

Mi keep pushing forward ’cause mi know seh mi life

Got a purpose, got a reason, got a road to go,

And no matter how the storm blow—

Still I rise.

Some friends disappear when the money run low,

Some people switch when your blessings start to show.

Mi learn real quick who was real and who fake,

Who would stand beside me, who would watch me break.

I worked through the pain, I worked through the stress,

Told myself tomorrow gotta be better than the rest.

Some days mi feel like, “Damn, can I take no more?”

Then mi remember what mi came to America for.

I ain’t come this far just to turn around,

A Jamaican heart can’t easily stay down.

From the island breeze to these concrete streets,

Mi carry my culture everywhere mi feet meet.

So raise a glass tonight for the ones still fighting,

For the single mothers and the fathers providing.

For everybody struggling but nobody knows—

Keep your head up, better days coming close.

If you’re hurting, don’t give up.

If you’re broke, don’t give up.

If they doubt you, don’t give up.

If you fall down, get back up.

‘Cause life don’t promise you an easy roa