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

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

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

Their roots dirty but their stay pretty
tried to take the purity say they aren't worthy
The black rose deep in the city streets
But them stems peak up under the concrete yeah
Bleak is a looking life but them never seen a flower
Grow the moonlight
Mama had me readin nights
I was looking for identity they have stole twice

So I turn to the rude boy gangsters but the bad man withers and returns to the earth
Now it's ashes to ashes dirt to a black rose without a chance to grasp her worth
She ain't never garden of Eden
Only seen garden of
And are gonna lie and hate her and make her feel like she's a heathen
No Cry for me cry for me this is how it goes but Jah knows all yuh was my black rose
Black rose rose
rose black rose
Black rose black
Black rose black
Black rose black
Black black rose
Been to since I was [?] and the government won't tell us medicine they wanna kill us
There's blood pan di side walk pan di doors
blood up on them ceilings why there's pan di floor
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 they needed and the black rose 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 through the and the ice on the leaves so heavy she gets weak
And there's not a helping hand upon the to be seen
And when all seems lost the gardener in em' G's he handles her care and he show her she a queen and them thorns are the defense mechanism she'll never need
Black rose rose
Black rose black
Black rose black
Black black rose
Black black rose