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[intro: 2pac]
and i feel like if you walk by a street
and you was walking on concrete
and you saw a rose growing out of concrete
even if it had messed up petals and it was a little—
you know, to the side
you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete
so why is it that when you see some ghetto kid
grow out of all the dirtiest circ-mstances
and he can talk and he can sit across from you
make you smile, make you cry, make you laugh
all you can talk about is my dirty rose
my dirty stems, and how i’m leaning crooked to the side?

[syne]
six side!

[hook: syne]
all the pain, all the fake love
all the hate, all the strugglin’
used to contemplate suicide, c-ck the nine back, close my eyes
see my baby eyes, then i copped the wraith with the suicides
skirtin’ on these haters wanna see me die
‘cause they know i’m truth and the devil is a f-ckin’ lie
used to be in h-ll, now i’m freezin’
haters wanna hate and now i’m a give ‘em a reason

[verse 1: harold john]
each rhyme is the p-ssion of the christ
my words are proverbs, seek the truth in what i write
and ye shall find eternal life
you got a better chance of slappin’ the sun out the sky
than touchin’ one hair on the head of the anointed by the most high
you ain’t feeling this swine, then you flat lined
prolly need a defibrillator attached to that spine
diagnosed with mental illness? -scoffs- you know that’s a lie
how’d you react if your fiancé got in a car crash and died?
d-mn right i was depressed
you’d be too, just the grieving process
climbed my way out the abyss, out of homelessness
the bottle and all that entails, life story sicker than sickle cell
my lawyer work for the sheriff’s department, i won’t see a cell

[verse 2: harold john]
i see ya shifty eyes, i hear your m-ffled talkin’
behind this smile is a psycho, i’m just playin’ possum
if you truly knew my struggle you’d salute the hustle
or maybe you’d just hate double, spineless jellyfish mussel
mollusk, in a field of flowers you prolly frolic
i’m the rose that grew from concrete going to ivy league college
i’m under investigation, not the police; the masons
pyramid scheme patient, yeah, inner circle invasion
momma was a doctor, daddy was a soldier
step-dad was a mack, sister was a hustler
brother was a player
i’m a combo of all that and more, it’s layers to my flavor
too much love to be a— -hater-
shout out my grandma in decatur
(love you grams)

[hook: syne] (ad-libs: harold john)
all the pain, all the fake love (uh huh)
all the hate, all the strugglin’ (uh huh)
used to contemplate suicide, c-ck the nine back, close my eyes
see my baby eyes, then i copped the wraith (yeah!) with the suicides
skirtin’ on these haters wanna see me die
‘cause they know i’m—

-car engine revs-
-car drives away-

- harold john

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