Black Rose

She was my black rose

I bucked her up and rode

Skin made of gold

And a cocoa butter glow

Got a combo on the go

Gave the combos to the codes

Oh-7946 Double Oh

She said give me your corner

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Or smoke weed by the river

Watching daffodils blow

You dun know

As time grows

We expands and grow close

My black rose

I propose we get married

But you�re still in college

And I�m shorting green on the corner to make a profit

Staring at the cosmics

Trying to find the logic

Spitting my life over melancholic beats

But now I�m beat

You and I in deep dialogue

My black rose I want to cultivate you neatly

Visualize you and me through my third eye DVD

Babes is deep

and can�t be described by speech

So I speak through my actions

And treat you like diamonds on consignment

Protect you from the parasites and parrots

And prepare to get violent for a love tight like

Strings on a violin

Momentary silence as she told me she was pregnant

Pregnant? Babes I wasn�t expecting this

Embraced her with a kiss

Overwhelmed with happiness

I know it wasn�t planned and your family�s probably pissed

But it�s too late, the baby�s due June 28th

Your brothers begs your dad

Dash you at your mother�s gates

Said when you die

Don�t want to see your face at his grave

But fuck him anyway

Just pack your suitcase

Cuz from now, it�s just me and you babe

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This is dedicated to my black rose

Bucked her up and rolled

Skin made of gold

And a cocoa butter glow

And if you want to keep her

You best know the codes

The black rose

Bucked her up and rolled

Surrounded by the weeds and the bloody jankrows

(LISTEN)

My dear father

When you died I cried blood

So much on my mind

That I needed to discuss

But words won�t describe

And time is not enough

But trust you my sons

I�ll manifest your love

And though the road is rough

I spit my life over dubs

Till my life turn to dust

And as I write these words

I�m reminded of the love

And the lessons you taught

Still I have to learn the hard way

Through the hard times

You find out who�s your compadres

I stargaze as I blaze high grade

Thinking bout better days

Before your life got take-away

Wouldn�t leave you dead in vain

So I took your name

Son of Niah forever carry your legacy

Until they bury me, yeah

My dear father I love you like cooked food

And I wish you wasn�t gone

but I�m dealing with the truth

And every time my hair sizzle

I�m reminded of you

And how we cope only God knows

Walking a thin line between love and hate

Like a tightrope

And at times when it seems there�s no hope

I still soldier forth holding your picture close

(close to my heart)