Outlawz - Black Rose Lyrics
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flowerBlack roseSpeaking words I've been longing to hear, for youPut my hand out and you hold me like a flowerBlack roseSpeaking words I've been longing to hear, for youBlack roseShe could have been anything she wanted to beBlack rose, black rose, got addicted to these streetsDedicated to the girls that grew up too early13 going on 30, no direction, promiscuous, no protectionBabies raising babies, generation xBlame it on the fathers who weren't there for their daughters... she was a queen cause nobody never told herLook just like her daddy, hate up her motherShe reminded of the pain that he caused before he left herThis very pain handed down to the next oneNow she got a granddaughter soaking up the lessonsSingle black mothers is the real soldiersThat's why I ain't giving up on my black rosesBreaking the chains I'm trying to be the best fatherLittle Cecilia, she know her daddy loves her dearly, my black rosePut my hand out and you hold me like a flowerBlack roseSpeaking words I've been longing to hear, for youBlack roseStarted out telling me baby don't take no wood nickelsAnd always keep your chin up, no matter what upJust me and her, plus big bro, My earliest memories was Brooklyn 12 flowSlum of the slums, I was young I cherished thisSo when she moved to Sacramento... I hated itNot even knowing it was cause of meShit... 13, I was in the streetsAnd she has seen that movie already... that nigger that made me alreadySo with nothing but a job and the babiesShe left the only home she know lately to save meAin't no telling where I'd be nowProbably a felon or an addict,... look at you see nowYou made me what I am today, I finally got a chance to say, you're my black rosePut my hand out and you hold me like a flowerBlack roseSpeaking words I've been longing to hear, for youBlack roseHey look, I don't need but I gotta haveAnd it's up to me, not Obama's assMy... is 13, it seems like yesterday me and her mama started flirtingLook at how fast time passes may 8 '98 that's my favorite day... I ain't around, I miss herWhen I see is... I don't... that's just how we rock... just like me, but only less friendly, that's my babySick of baby, get them baby, you the shit, daddy little babyI ain't gotta say much she already knowShe got... already I just let her go... even though she knows I'm gonna tell her right nowYou're my black rosePut my hand out and you hold me like a flowerBlack roseSpeaking words I've been longing to hear, for youBlack rose
