This is a song about "Black roses"

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

To liberate yourselves, africa

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

She always comin back

We kung-fu that jack black/