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Black Roses
by Mxxre
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Baby boy lil prince like a young simba
Born on the 8th new life in December
So many faces observing me I can still remember
It's kinda jaded and faded my memory's a blender
I can see my grandfather holdin me on tape
In his lap with a beer down by the lake
In a house that he built with the money he made
With every shot that I take his vision fades
But I'm afraid I've forgotten
How his voice sounded when he said I'm spoiled rotten
They say we just like him fighting when it's poppin
Throwin hella hands like the bulls Dennis Rodman
My grandmother was vibrant one
Talkin loud but wasn't a violent one
Me and my cousins would get in all kinda trouble
And when she came for us I ain't gon lie I would run
Top down in that 03 mustang
She had her groove vibin on her fungshway
My best friend as a kid nothin in our way
Until that one day the clouds turned grey
The cancer hit took both her and Elemay
16 begging God just to let em stay
The world turns never stops on any given day
Headstone Rose Pedals on a fresh grave
Uncles and Aunts cousins in pants pressed Taylor Made
Face in they hands crying a river where our kin lays
Feel like a man without a chance watching them decay
If you never been through it boy you got it made
Life is a bitch going ham with a blade
My fuckin back hurts from the wounds that it gave
But excuse me I can't be late
For that black rose show thrown deep in the shade
Red noses on the mattress
Tears rollin with the masses
Somebody hold me I can't mask it
When I'm throwing black roses on a casket
Red noses on the mattress
Tears rollin with the masses
Somebody hold me I can't mask it
When I'm throwing black roses on a casket
Baby boy lil prince like a young simba
Born on the 8th new life in December
So many faces observing me I can still remember
It's kinda jaded and faded my memory's a blender
I can see my grandfather holdin me on tape
In his lap with a beer down by the lake
In a house that he built with the money he made
With every shot that I take his vision fades
But I'm afraid I've forgotten
How his voice sounded when he said I'm spoiled rotten
They say we just like him fighting when it's poppin
Throwin hella hands like the bulls Dennis Rodman
My grandmother was vibrant one
Talkin loud but wasn't a violent one
Me and my cousins would get in all kinda trouble
And when she came for us I ain't gon lie I would run
Top down in that 03 mustang
She had her groove vibin on her fungshway
My best friend as a kid nothin in our way
Until that one day the clouds turned grey
The cancer hit took both her and Elemay
16 begging God just to let em stay
The world turns never stops on any given day
Headstone Rose Pedals on a fresh grave
Uncles and Aunts cousins in pants pressed Taylor Made
Face in they hands crying a river where our kin lays
Feel like a man without a chance watching them decay
If you never been through it boy you got it made
Life is a bitch going ham with a blade
My fuckin back hurts from the wounds that it gave
But excuse me I can't be late
For that black rose show thrown deep in the shade
Red noses on the mattress
Tears rollin with the masses
Somebody hold me I can't mask it
When I'm throwing black roses on a casket
Red noses on the mattress
Tears rollin with the masses
Somebody hold me I can't mask it
When I'm throwing black roses on a casket
