Lecrae Lyrics

Black Rose Lyrics

In my garden
In my garden
To keep and care it, you've got to water it
To keep and care it, you've got to water it

She ain't never seen garden of Eden, only seen garden of bleeding
And some are gonna lie and hate and make her feel like she's a heathen
She ain't never seen garden of Eden, only seen garden of bleeding
And some are gonna lie and hate and make her feel like she's a heathen

Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose

Listen, their roots dirty but their petal stay pretty
Somebody tried to take their purity, say they unworthy
The black rose rose deep in the city streets
But them stems still peaked up under the concrete
Bleak is around looking life
But them never seen a flower grow under the moonlight
Mama had me readin' Eldridge Cleaver's Soul On Ice
I was looking for identity, they have stole mine twice
So I turn to the rude boy, gangsters first
But the bad man withers and returns to the earth
Now it's ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
A black rose without a chance to grasp her worth
She ain't never seen garden of Eden, only seen garden of bleeding
And some are gonna lie and hate and make her feel like she's a heathen
No cry for me, cry for me, this is how it goes
But Jah knows all of ya was my black rose

Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose

Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose

Man the school system, it fail us, and the government won't bail us
Out of all this hell we in, medicines they wanna kill us
There's blood up on the sidewalk, blood up on the doors
There's blood up on them ceilings, why there's blood on the floor
No one to keep and care us, our father's too embarrassed
To show us he's a failure so mama's a single parent
Them children grow without the fertilizer that they needed
And the black rose rose in a garden full of weeds and
Needles and evil, but God sent people
Who reflect the light of the Son, they get it done
The rose grows cold, wind blows through the streets
And the ice on her leaves so heavy, she gets weak
And there's not a helping hand upon the scene to be seen
And when all seems lost, the gardener intervenes
He handles her with care and he show her she a queen
And them thorns all the defense mechanism she'll ever need
Black rose ...

Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose
Black rose, black rose