Chorus
Rise above, Rise above, You got to
Rise above, Rise above

Verse 1
She had a little daughter with her it was cold out,
She said I hate this motherfucker then she rolled out,
He aint answering his phone she as what the fuck,
Then told her daughter buckle up, ya that's for safety,
She seem to be stressing lately, cause this nigga she done
Been with for the past two years, was now the current reason
For her last few tears, she text he don't text back,
When she see him she be trying sex he don't sex back,
It's heart being on jet black, she call he don't call back,
All he say is fall back, nigga just need a space, so she
Headed to his place, cause she just gotta call from her
Homegirl Randa, who say he be creeping he been fucking
With Yolanda, Yolanda? Yeah girl Yolanda! Told you he aint
Shit but you aint listen I was tryna, Click hmm!
Hang up the phone then hop'd 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, pick it up mister right, stick it out through
The fights, and long nights, for what these niggas is all alike,
She gone set it off her daughter gone witness it all tonight, damn!

Chorus
Rise above, Rise above, You got to
Rise above, Rise above

Verse 2
She say she just finished school could barely pay tuition,
Now she teaches second grade tryna make a difference,
Ey But the kids frustrate her say that they don't listen,
A ass like that how the fuck they supposed to pay attention,
I'm fucking with you but for real she say they hopeless,
A class full of jokesters, creating 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, caused he looked just like
Her brother, she'll be having to call his mother,
But she act she don't care, where her father? he aint here,
Now she frustrated, thinking that she just made the mistake
Of her life, underpaid be having a waitress at night,
Six years in college down the drain, drinking
Tryna drown the pain, party with her girls, feeling sorry
For the world, cause aint no hope for the youth, well aint
That the truth? When all your role models either rapping or they hoop! Damn!

Chorus
Rise above, Rise above, You got to
Rise above, Rise above, We got to
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