The rose that grew from concrete…
You try to plant somethin in the conrete, y’know what I mean?
If it GROW…
and the rose petals got all kind of scratches and marks
you not gonna say
“damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete”
you gon be like…
“DAMN?! A rose grew from the CONCRETE?!?!?”
same thing with me
I grew out of all of this
against all odds
instead of sayin
“damn, he didn’t do this, he didn’t do that”
just be like
“DAMN! He grew out of that???? He came out of that??”
that’s what they should say, know what I mean?
all the trouble to survive
and make good
out of the dirty, nasty unbelievable lifestyle they gave me
I’m just tryin to make SOMETHING………………………..
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
provin’ nature’s laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin’ feet
funny it seems but…
by keepin its dreams…
it learned to breathe FRESH air…
long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else even cared
you see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
had damaged petals.
on the contrary
we would all celebrate
we would all love it’s will to reach the sun
well, we are the rose
this is the concrete
and these are my damaged petals.
…and these are my damaged petals
don’t ask me WHY
ask me HOW