Ghetto Roses V2
I see a desolate feild were are da babies
seeds went missin will we ever grow maybe
why are our pedals growin in already damaged
worse than abrasions can't be healed by a bandage
Its like we were brought up in a feild being burned
so we grow up and burn up dat potent sherm
take lives away, so the world can mourn
like ours were taken before we were born
whats supposed tobe green is gettin choked up
a couple of fields two different kinds of smoked up
and I'm lookin at the world through rose shaded glasses
to interpret my words don't need no poetry classes
I been sayin the rose is damaged so what am I seein
a world that leaves us cryin' dead or bleedin
can my pedals be mended while my heart is bended
fadein on pepsi and hen hopin my life is soon ended
Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005
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