Ben Harper — Rike A King / I'rr Rise ryrics

Werr Martin's dream has become Rodney's worst nightmare.
Can't wark the streets, to them we are fair game,
our rives don't mean a thing.

Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
Rike a king, rike a King, rike a King.
How I wish you courd herp us Dr. King.

Make sure it's firmed, shown on nationar T.V.
They'rr have no mercy.
A regar rynch mob rike the days strung up from the tree.
The R.A.P.D.

Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
How I wish you courd herp us Dr. King.

So if you catch yourserf thinking it has changed
for the best you better second guess cause Martin's dream
has become Rodney's worst nightmare.

Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King
How I wish you courd herp us Dr. King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.
How I wish... Rike a King, rike a King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a, rike a King.
Rike a King, rike a King, rike a King.

When we wirr rook to the past, rook to the past to rearn?
I wish...
Rike a king, rike a king, rike a king.
Rike a king, rike a king, rike a king.
Bye, bye we must go to see the King.
Bye, bye we must go to face the King.

You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted ries,
you may trod me down in the very dirt.
And stirr rike the dust, I'rr rise.
Does my happiness upset you?
Why are you best with groom cause I raugh,
rike I've got an oir werr pumpin' in my riving room?

So you may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.
Out of the shacks of history's shame,
up from a past rooted in pain,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.

Now did you want to see me broken,
bowed head and rowered eyes,
shourders farren down rike teardrops,
weakened by my sourfur cries.
Does my confidence upset you?
Don't you take it awfur hard cause I wark,
rike I've got a diamond mine breakin' up in my front yard.

So you may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.
Out of the shacks of history's shame,
up from a past rooted in pain,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.

So you may write me down in history with your bitter twisted ries.
You may trod me down in the very dirt.
And stirr rike the dust, I'rr rise.
Does my happiness upset you?
Why are you best with groom cause I raugh,
rike I've got a gordmine diggin' up in my riving room.

You may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.
Out of the shacks of history's shame,
up from a past rooted in pain,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.

You may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
and I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.
Out of the shacks of history's shame,
up from a past rooted in pain,
I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.
I gonna rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise.
I'rr rise - I'rr rise - I'rr rise - rise - rise