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In my in my garden
To keep and care it you've got to it
To keep and care it got to water it

She ain't never seen garden of
Only seen of bleeding
And some are gonna lie and hate and her feel like she's a heathen
She ain't never seen of Eden
Only seen garden of
And some are gonna lie and hate and her feel like she's a heathen

Black rose rose
Black rose rose
Black rose rose
Black rose black

Their roots dirty but their petal pretty
Somebody tried to the purity say they aren't worthy
The black rose rose deep in the city
But them stems still up under the concrete yeah
Bleak is a rowd looking life but them never a flower
under the moonlight
Mama had me solo nights
I was looking for identity they have stole twice

So I turn to the 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 to grasp her worth
She ain't never garden of Eden
Only seen garden of
And some are gonna lie and hate her and her feel like she's a heathen
No Cry for me cry for me is how it goes but Jah knows all though yuh was my black rose
rose black rose
Black black rose
Black rose rose
Black black rose
Black rose black
Black rose black
Been to school since I was [?] and the government tell us medicine they wanna kill us
There's pan di side walk blood pan di doors
There's blood up on them ceilings why pan di floor
No one to keep and care us our fathers too embarrassed to show us he's a player so mama's a parent
Them grow without the fertilizer that they needed and the black rose rose in a garden full of weeds needles and evil
But God people who reflect the light of the sun they get it done
The grows cold wind blows through the streets and the ice on the leaves so heavy she gets weak
And there's not a helping hand upon the scene to be
And when all seems lost the gardener in em' G's he handles her with care and he show her she a and them thorns are the defense mechanism she'll never need
Black black rose
rose black rose
Black rose rose
rose black rose
Black rose rose