Thi'sl - Black Rose Lyrics
[Intro]Have you ever seen a baby cry?Or did you ever see a flower die?Can you imagine a falling star?Do you know, do you know just who you are?[Verse 1]You see pain in my whole city, written on my face cuzHit my knees and thank the Lord every day I wake up‘Cause where I’m from them things go POW, then that boy go downThen his soul go out, man it hurt like OWJust to sit back, watch another momma cryAnother wake her funeral, another since this homicideBody count going up, murder rate on the riseThen we see them glorified, please somebody tell me why?Man growing up, everybody around me told me all I could be was a rapper, a trapper, or a ballplayer. They told me because of where I lived that because my daddy wasn’t around, that I wouldn’t ever be nothing. But that’s a lie. Where I’m from and who my daddy was don’t make me who I am.[Verse 2]They told me all my life, only thing that I could do was rap or ballBut I never liked sports, football or basketballBaseball, didn’t like it either, so I went and bought a packDrama start to poppin’ off, so I went and bought a strapTold me I wouldn’t make it too far just because I’m blackTold me I couldn’t be a doctor or a lawyer ‘cause of thatTold me ‘cause my daddy wasn’t around, I wouldn’t be a manThere was things he didn’t teach me I wouldn’t understandThey told me I’d be in the penitentiaryWastin’ all my life away for the next century(But that’s a lie) They told me I would walk out on my kids‘Cause that’s what dudes do in the places that I live(But that’s a lie) They told me that I wouldn’t read or writeAnd I would be dead and wouldn’t make it through the night(But I’m alive) I don’t care if I was black or whiteI’m made in the image of God and my identity in ChristWhere we from, man, our life expectancy is 16 sometimes. I remember my homie Wayne. He was 13 when he got gunned down. I stood there with my lil homie watching him take his last breath, and the person that killed him looked just like me and you.[Verse 3]Ridin’ through my city slow, leanin’ with the lights onLife can be a nightmare but I’m still gettin’ my dream onRidin’ down Martin Luther feeling like Martin LutherThe homie say he hear it coming, this a revolutionHundred of us posted up, all black hoodies onDo this for them lost ones, Derrion, TrayvonAnd every other person that we lost to this foolishnessThat we call life, every day it say “that’s how it is”‘Cause when it’s time for us to take them hoodies offIf we won’t confess this, we gon’ have to search our own heartsLast funeral that I was at, thought the killer was blackBut when we start sayin’ stuff like that, they ain’t feelin’ thatBut they tell me hustle this, kill thatTreat my sister like a prostitute, man I’m through with thatYou can keep tearin’ down, we came here to rebuildAnd we ain’t goin’ nowhere, this Full Ride we hereOne of our biggest problems is us. We can point the finger every which way, but at the end of the day it’s time for us to clean out our own house. It’s time out for making excuses about what we ain’t got to do what we need to do. Flowers grow in the ghetto too, homie.[Outro]Have you ever seen a baby cry?Or did you ever see a flower die?Can you imagine a falling star?Do you know, do you know just who you are?
