Rose

Let me tell you a little story of a sorry broken pimp
Carrying heavy weight on shoulders, breaking hoes down on their knees
Sadly, there is not that much and hardly no one cared to check
When the light went out, he got clout, and never was the same
Maybe for the better, we don't know
But now, he's making kids go broke
Using clever, simple flows
Takin' care of fleas on hoes
When the tale will end? No one ever cared to ask
I'm the only one that wrote his final words and called the mass, uh

I still wonder how you doin', do you ever ask the same?
And I guess it's for the better, guess I'll never see your face
I gotta plead you once again to get out my fuckin' head
But you never fuckin' listen, so, you'll haunt me once again
When I said I could forget it, I was lying to myself
I was wishing for a way to stop from drowning in the depth
All this shit I'm speaking now, it's a way of gettin' by
Doesn't matter if I try, I end up starin' at the sky