Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose
She could have been anything she wanted to be Black rose, black rose, got addicted to these streets Dedicated to the girls that grew up too early 13 going on 30, no direction, promiscuous, no protection Babies raising babies, generation x Blame it on the fathers who weren’t there for their daughters … she was a queen cause nobody never told her Look just like her daddy, hate up her mother She reminded of the pain that he caused before he left her This very pain handed down to the next one Now she got a granddaughter soaking up the lessons Single black mothers is the real soldiers That’s why I ain’t giving up on my black roses Breaking the chains I’m trying to be the best father Little Cecilia, she know her daddy loves her dearly, my black rose
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose
Started out telling me baby don’t take no wood nickels And always keep your chin up, no matter what up Just me and her, plus big bro, My earliest memories was Brooklyn 12 flow Slum of the slums, I was young I cherished this So when she moved to Sacramento… I hated it Not even knowing it was cause of me Shit …13, I was in the streets And she has seen that movie already …that nigger that made me already So with nothing but a job and the babies She left the only home she know lately to save me Ain’t no telling where I’d be now Probably a felon or an addict, … look at you see now You made me what I am today, I finally got a chance to say, you’re my black rose
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose
Hey look, I don’t need but I gotta have And it’s up to me, not Obama’s ass My … is 13, it seems like yesterday me and her mama started flirting Look at how fast time passes may 8 ‘98 that’s my favorite day … I ain’t around, I miss her When I see is … I don’t … that’s just how we rock …just like me, but only less friendly, that’s my baby Sick of baby, get them baby, you the shit, daddy little baby I ain’t gotta say much she already know She got … already I just let her go …even though she knows I’m gonna tell her right now You’re my black rose
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower Black rose Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you Black rose.