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