Текст песни «Thi'sl - Black Rose»

[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 cuz
Hit my knees and thank the Lord every day I wake up
Cause where Im from them things go POW, then that boy go down
Then his soul go out, man it hurt like OW
Just to sit back, watch another momma cry
Another wake her funeral, another since this homicide
Body count going up, murder rate on the rise
Then 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 wasnt around, that I wouldnt ever be nothing. But thats a lie. Where Im from and who my daddy was dont make me who I am.

[Verse 2]
They told me all my life, only thing that I could do was rap or ball
But I never liked sports, football or basketball
Baseball, didnt like it either, so I went and bought a pack
Drama start to poppin off, so I went and bought a strap
Told me I wouldnt make it too far just because Im black
Told me I couldnt be a doctor or a lawyer cause of that
Told me cause my daddy wasnt around, I wouldnt be a man
There was things he didnt teach me I wouldnt understand
They told me Id be in the penitentiary
Wastin all my life away for the next century
(But thats a lie) They told me I would walk out on my kids
Cause thats what dudes do in the places that I live
(But thats a lie) They told me that I wouldnt read or write
And I would be dead and wouldnt make it through the night
(But Im alive) I dont care if I was black or white
Im made in the image of God and my identity in Christ

Where 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 on
Life can be a nightmare but Im still gettin my dream on
Ridin down Martin Luther feeling like Martin Luther
The homie say he hear it coming, this a revolution
Hundred of us posted up, all black hoodies on
Do this for them lost ones, Derrion, Trayvon
And every other person that we lost to this foolishness
That we call life, every day it say thats how it is
Cause when its time for us to take them hoodies off
If we wont confess this, we gon have to search our own hearts
Last funeral that I was at, thought the killer was black
But when we start sayin stuff like that, they aint feelin that
But they tell me hustle this, kill that
Treat my sister like a prostitute, man Im through with that
You can keep tearin down, we came here to rebuild
And we aint goin nowhere, this Full Ride we here

One of our biggest problems is us. We can point the finger every which way, but at the end of the day its time for us to clean out our own house. Its time out for making excuses about what we aint 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?