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(Chorus) Rise above, rise above You got to Rise above, rise above (Verse) She had her little daughter with er, it was cold out She said "a'ight I hate this motherfucker then she rode out" He ain't answering his phone, she yells "what the fuck?" Then told her daughter "buckle up", yea that's for safety See she been stressin lately cuz this nigga she done been with for the past 2 years Is now the current reason for her last few tears She text, he don't text back When she see him she be tryina sex, he don't sex back It's hard to be on jet black She call, he don't call back All he say is fall back Nigga just need his space, so she headed to his place Cuz she just got a call from her home girl windin Who say he be creepin, he been fuckin with Yolanda Yolanda? Yea girl, Yolanda Told you he ain't shit but you ain't listen, I was tryna (click) Hmm, hung up that phone and hop right up in that Honda Headed to his crib, she said she fed up with this shit Thought this time this was the one Thought I got better at this shit Picking out Mr. Right, sticking out through the fights And long nights for what? This niggas is all a lie She gon set it off, her daughter gon witness it all tonight, damn (Chorus) Rise above, rise above You got to Rise above, rise above (Verse) She said she just finish school, could barely pay tuition Now she teachin 7 grade, tryna make a difference Aye but the kids frustrated, said if they don't listen A ass like that, how the fuck they s'pposed to pay attention? I'm fuckin wit you but for real she said they hopeless, a class full of jokesters Creatin all the obstacles, impossible to focus Little niggas barely read, tryna give em what they need And they don't even try, one little boy, he caught her eye Cuz he looked just like her brother, she be havin to call his mother But she act like she don't care, Where father? He ain't here Now she frustrated, thinkin that she just made the mistake of her life Underpaid, be havin to waitress at night Six years of college down the drain Drinking, tryna drown the pain Party with her girls, feelin sorry for the world Cuz ain't no hope for the youth Well, ain't that the truth? When all your role models either rappin or they hoop, damn (Chorus) Rise above, rise above You got to Rise above, rise above (Outro) We got to, Rise, |