| Yeah, sunflowers never grow in the ghetto
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| Because the sun doesn’t shine
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| And the blood pours like rain on the patios
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| The heat dries up the vine, Yeah!
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| And the concrete makes you ascend
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| You know that because it won’t let you grow
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| Without warning the season may change
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| And leave you lost in the snow
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| But I can’t understand it
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| Why you have planted me
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| In such a desperate place
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| It’s so unforgiving and nothing is living
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| It seems like it’s such a waste
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| The trails of life they keep casting shadows, oh!
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| To keep the light down my view
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| Every morning I wake up with tears on my face
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| And they call it dew yeah
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| I’m stuck inside this dirt and I don’t know what I suppose to do
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| It feels like I’m living in a tomb
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| Like I’m living in a tomb
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| They say that if I never learn to open up
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| I’ll never bloom, oh!
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| But I can’t understand it
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| Why you have planted me
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| In such a desperate place
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| It’s so unforgiving and nothing is living
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| It seems like it’s such a waste
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| Yeah, so I know you want my trust
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| And I don’t know why you brought me here
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| I can’t understand
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| All I know is Ima place my trust in you
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| Ima do your will where I’m at right now
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| Oh |