Acting like if you walk by on a street And you’re walking on concrete And you saw a rose growing out of concrete Even if it had messed up petals And it was a little…to the side You would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concrete
As a youngin all I had was a dream Raving to myself as my mama used to scream Papa getting violent and he beating her again They just feeling stressed cause they tryina pay the rent Papa you a g though you did wrong Mama you an angel cause you stay strong Papa it’s alright we have weak moments Mama you a soldier cause you keep holding But some days we ain’t have shit And some nights I was asking Why we so poor all my friend not? Just jealous of what my friends got I was hungry any fam you love Damn, you gave me yours and it wasn’t enough Yet, I took it all and went out a craze You made it feel like home and without a place Working like slaves and I’m so sorry I’m grateful for the things you done did for me Coming home from school disrespecting Acting like I ain’t have lessons Damn mama, that council won’t get you They be tryinga to go won’t let you A callisized kid but I’m tryina change it I just need to tell you I appreciate it
Acting like if you walk by on a street And you’re walking on concrete And you saw a rose growing out of concrete Even if it had messed up petals And it was a little…to the side You would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concrete
As a youngin all I had was a dream You was my brother, my hero, my team I was down for you, all you did was sell I was growing up, while you was in and out of jail Waiting at the court room all of us silent You was never home, you was always so violent How you think I fell when I visited to prison You were my brother out while my partner gone missing I was gone distant, but that was just hurt From all those nights, those fights, those words Shit we used to argue all the time, I hated you And when it’s in your drug dealing, I hated too It was my birthday and there’s some next shit All those times you got your ass arrested Family stressing, I’m surprised you ain’t dead From a life of crime and on war with the feds How you thought bout what you put me through? Huh And all the things I had to do for you Like deal with the people who spoke your name Like this bitch who disrespected you, I broke her frame But it’s okay, I’m your baby sits And some day I just may be rich And I got you, I ain’t gotta say it I just want for you to tell me you appreciate it
Acting like if you walk by on a street And you’re walking on concrete And you saw a rose growing out of concrete Even if it had messed up petals And it was a little…to the side You would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concreteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
