| Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
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| Black rose
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| Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you
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| Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
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| Black rose
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| Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you
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| Black rose
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| She could have been anything she wanted to be
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| Black rose, black rose, got addicted to these streets
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| Dedicated to the girls that grew up too early
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| 13 going on 30, no direction, promiscuous, no protection
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| Babies raising babies, generation x
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| Blame it on the fathers who weren’t there for their daughters
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| … she was a queen cause nobody never told her
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| Look just like her daddy, hate up her mother
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| She reminded of the pain that he caused before he left her
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| This very pain handed down to the next one
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| Now she got a granddaughter soaking up the lessons
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| Single black mothers is the real soldiers
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| That’s why I ain’t giving up on my black roses
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| Breaking the chains I’m trying to be the best father
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| Little Cecilia, she know her daddy loves her dearly, my black rose
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| Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
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| Black rose
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| Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you
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| Black rose
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| Started out telling me baby don’t take no wood nickels
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| And always keep your chin up, no matter what up
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| Just me and her, plus big bro,
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| My earliest memories was Brooklyn 12 flow
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| Slum of the slums, I was young I cherished this
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| So when she moved to Sacramento… I hated it
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| Not even knowing it was cause of me
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| Shit… 13, I was in the streets
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| And she has seen that movie already
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| … that nigger that made me already
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| So with nothing but a job and the babies
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| She left the only home she know lately to save me
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| Ain’t no telling where I’d be now
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| Probably a felon or an addict,… look at you see now
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| You made me what I am today,
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| I finally got a chance to say, you’re my black rose
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| Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
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| Black rose
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| Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you
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| Black rose
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| Hey look, I don’t need but I gotta have
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| And it’s up to me, not Obama’s ass
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| My… is 13, it seems like yesterday me and her mama started flirting
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| Look at how fast time passes may 8 '98 that’s my favorite day
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| … I ain’t around, I miss her
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| When I see is… I don’t… that’s just how we rock
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| … just like me, but only less friendly, that’s my baby
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| Sick of baby, get them baby, you the shit, daddy little baby
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| I ain’t gotta say much she already know
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| She got… already I just let her go
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| … even though she knows I’m gonna tell her right now
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| You’re my black rose
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| Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
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| Black rose
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| Speaking words I’ve been longing to hear, for you
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| Black rose |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Rose , by - Outlawz. Song from the album Killuminati 2K11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп