Rose in the Concrete 2
She say she hate it when I'm not at home
Writing songs trying to tell my story through a microphone
At the studio I'm pouring liquor in the styrofoam
I spend my days working hate she have to spend her nights alone
When you making moves it's not enough time in a day
What's the price of fame I bet it ain't as high stakes
Yesterday my boy died im spending hours on the page
She want a roses but I'm busy throwing flowers on his grave
Summer nights in the ville living nice I ain't trying to sign my life for a deal
I'm Buying ice but losing sight of what's real
They commentating from side but they don't know how it feels
To know the truth and try to swallow the pill
I keep my foot on the gas i gotta to balance out my scales like a Libra
So I try to take the good with the bad
Moving forward dawg I ain't looking back
It got my mind blown lost so many lives and you wonder what we crying for
But never mind tho
So many thoughts in the back of my mind
I'm Losing sleep while I'm squeezing this pen
It got me back on my grind
Write with the left I put my right hand to God
Too many hoes I can't manage my time
So much drive I can't find a place to park I need a handicap sign
Until I knock at heavens door i hope he answer this time
I got name that these bitches wanna slander with lies
Got my character defamed trying to damage my pride
I been on my knees for this shit
Face to the floor thank the lord keep on giving me strength
I wanted more out this life I keep seeing it shift
Asking God how can a nigga get rich without the streets trying to feed me a brick
I got a reason to vent
I'm trying to float and my foes think they sinking my ship
Theses niggas telling tall tales yell believing that shit
They ask me why I do my music I believe in this shit
Cops shooting till we cease to exist
You see a witness take the stand but he pleading the fifth
My feet sinking in the sand you gotta gun up in yo hand shoot it at me
Hope it jam life has to have more meaning than this
Through these valleys and peaks
It be hard to manage the peace
I got a brother in school but they put back in the streets
I told the cop I can't breath and I got a family to feed
Flashing backs through my past that could've happen to me
Writing songs trying to tell my story through a microphone
At the studio I'm pouring liquor in the styrofoam
I spend my days working hate she have to spend her nights alone
When you making moves it's not enough time in a day
What's the price of fame I bet it ain't as high stakes
Yesterday my boy died im spending hours on the page
She want a roses but I'm busy throwing flowers on his grave
Summer nights in the ville living nice I ain't trying to sign my life for a deal
I'm Buying ice but losing sight of what's real
They commentating from side but they don't know how it feels
To know the truth and try to swallow the pill
I keep my foot on the gas i gotta to balance out my scales like a Libra
So I try to take the good with the bad
Moving forward dawg I ain't looking back
It got my mind blown lost so many lives and you wonder what we crying for
But never mind tho
So many thoughts in the back of my mind
I'm Losing sleep while I'm squeezing this pen
It got me back on my grind
Write with the left I put my right hand to God
Too many hoes I can't manage my time
So much drive I can't find a place to park I need a handicap sign
Until I knock at heavens door i hope he answer this time
I got name that these bitches wanna slander with lies
Got my character defamed trying to damage my pride
I been on my knees for this shit
Face to the floor thank the lord keep on giving me strength
I wanted more out this life I keep seeing it shift
Asking God how can a nigga get rich without the streets trying to feed me a brick
I got a reason to vent
I'm trying to float and my foes think they sinking my ship
Theses niggas telling tall tales yell believing that shit
They ask me why I do my music I believe in this shit
Cops shooting till we cease to exist
You see a witness take the stand but he pleading the fifth
My feet sinking in the sand you gotta gun up in yo hand shoot it at me
Hope it jam life has to have more meaning than this
Through these valleys and peaks
It be hard to manage the peace
I got a brother in school but they put back in the streets
I told the cop I can't breath and I got a family to feed
Flashing backs through my past that could've happen to me
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Kelly
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