Where There Grows Red Roses

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William Ezby

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No it ain't my time to go, no 
No it ain't my time to go, no no no
Stop hell for leatherin', boy, take it back slow
We're from the cracks where there grows red roses
We got thorns, you feel the point of all those?
But there ain't no mob, nah it's just me
But I got seven or so personalities
Even alone, my mob it runs deep
Now causing havoc are all of these prodigies
Don't put your God on me
Up are the meek
Nah, nah we ain't weak
Just those without peace
I don't wear my heart but my skull on my sleeve

Do you see the planes in the sky?
Look up think why am I here in this life, is it mine?
One two, quick light flash, time flies, yeah 
Right before eyes and do what you must make right
Ain't conceding a thing, not alive 
I connect with the blue, both day and the night
And some days as waves, some others as lightning
Only get mad when I find a thing frightening
Hold up your lighters, those days are now dead
Mob is so Y after L, A, and Z
See that's ironic that thing that I said
'Cos we hardly spend a whole hour in bed
Ma raised a fool, na she didn't, let me out
You're all tiled squares, you're held with some grout
We're running on feelings
That's all we're about 

Nah I ain't north, west, south, east
Well I guess I'm south-east
Not London
Boy where you from then?
Man, I'm HP
Yeah, I got sauce ain't brown
Oh please, it's twenty nine-teen 
Man I thought we were past this
Wait, no we ain't 
Still split skin and classes
I wonder where I might be
Open eyes wide I swear you might see
Man as I write this
Feel lost and lifeless 
No clue what right is
What's your advice?
Go buy a home 
Despite what the price is
Drop all your vices
Wouldn't that be nice 
Tried. Got no cash, I feel numb
Spit on my life, I'm sick of being dumb
Know it ain't wise to get by with rum
Out the blue like my eyes
Oh rise the warm sun
Oh guys am I done
Got all the suits 
They're claiming red, blue
Who don't support me
And don't support you
We're living off lies
Surprise, there's no truth
You hear me, I'm wise
Disguised as dumb youth
Sleepy, I'm tired
But trying to ride through
I'll find 'em outside
Won't hide in this booth
Take a few blows
I'll find a new tooth
I was born in the storm
I'll fix a new roof
What you gonna go for 
Who you gonna be
Better being broke than the bottom of the sea
Only mean it as a joke when I say I wanna leave
And I wanna meet T 
Go and eat the cold cream
Meet a couple old heads sold me cream
Then meet Ye who ain't selling no dreams
But he opened up a store, G double-O, D
Only the bright souls catch my bars
But there ain't many bright kids, don't mean pass
But i mean eyes open, same with their hearts
And their ears pressed close to the speakers blast
1.2 Punto it can't cope fast
And my pay checks gone prior week gone past
Ain't cos I blow on blow or the grass
Ever heard of inflation
Say sh*t sharp and fast

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