Lyrics Close - Taelor Gray

On that rough side
I'm coming up (yeah)
Go like this
I'm coming up on the rough side of the mountain (of the mountain)
I'm coming up on the rough side of the mountain (of the mountain)
Go like this
I'm doing my best
I'm doing my best

On that rough side
I'm coming up (yeah)
Go like this
I'm coming up on the rough side of the mountain (of the mountain)
Go like this
I'm doing my best

A raisin in the sun, the hazel in my son's eyes
Or juxtapose complex stories of Cliff Huxtable
Yo rest in peace to them fairytales, but let them die with dignity
Ride the middle passage of our history
When you tear us down we keep on standing up
And when you wear us down we keep that banner up
High, fly over us you really can't tell prophesying from that Birmingham jail
I wish that I could tell the King it wasn't just a dream
How many of our brilliant minds was hanging from a tree
That's why I look so solemn when you ask me what's the problem
Got both my knees down when I'm kneeling next to Colin
Like I don't see myself getting up too soon
I'm tarry in the spirit until I'm in that upper room
See them cloven tounges of fire got me speaking in yo dialect
A nappy-headed rebel came to tell you we ain't dying yet
We was murdered, we was torn from our families
Deserted in the face of Reconstruction we converted to that everlasting life
Sound like preaching isn't sermon, it's a servant taking back his power
Give me back my personhood
We reappear in rhythms, singing spirituals from prisons
We picking up the pieces from the system but you ain't never seen me like a victim look
I will rise and greater is the power from my God
Never cater to the cowards in disguise
Let this labor take the lessons to my children at my side
As we imagine heaven taking earth by surprise we gon fly
With them wings that Angie Davis gave us
Still in certain places revolution couldn't take us
Starting writing this while I'm listening to Solange
Feeling like everything I'm writing coming out like so lost
Taking Black lives matter to the slums
With an open Bible, show them what we can become
I'm reading Paul's letters and some Stokley Carmichael
The mirror is my beauty and my own archrival
Look, if you ever see me locking arms in marches
Best believe that I've been spending time up in Mark 6
Walking on the waters when He calls
It's so many rivers to the cross

I'm coming up on the rough side of the mountain (of the mountain)
I'm coming up on the rough side of the mountain (of the mountain)
Go like this
I'm doing my best
I'm doing my best
I'm doing my best
I'm doing my best (to make it in)
I'm doing my best to make it in (to see you Lord)