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

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

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

Their roots dirty but their petal stay
Somebody tried to take the say they aren't worthy
The black rose rose deep in the streets
But them stems still peak up under the yeah
Bleak is a rowd life but them never seen a flower
Grow under the
Mama had me readin solo
I was for identity they have stole mine twice

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