Lecrae - 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 k** 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 embarra**ed 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