Acting like if you walk by on a street
And you’re walking on concrete
And you saw a rose growing out of concrete
Even if it had messed up petals
And it was a little...to the side
You would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concrete

As a youngin all I had was a dream
Raving to myself as my mama used to scream
Papa getting violent and he beating her again
They just feeling stressed cause they tryina pay the rent
Papa you a g though you did wrong
Mama you an angel cause you stay strong
Papa it’s alright we have weak moments
Mama you a soldier cause you keep holding
But some days we ain’t have [bad word] And some nights I was asking
Why we so poor all my friend not?
Just jealous of what my friends got
I was hungry any fam you love [bad word]  you gave me yours and it wasn’t enough
Yet, I took it all and went out a craze
You made it feel like home and without a place
Working like slaves and I’m so sorry
I’m grateful for the things you done did for [bad word] home from school disrespecting
Acting like I ain’t have lessons [bad word] mama, that council won’t get you
They be tryinga to go won’t let you
callisized kid but I’m tryina change it
I just need to tell you I appreciate it

Acting like if you walk by on a street
And you’re walking on concrete
And you saw a rose growing out of concrete
Even if it had messed up petals
And it was a little...to the side
You would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concrete

As a youngin all I had was a dream
You was my brother, my hero, my team
I was down for you, all you did was sell
I was growing up, while you was in and out of jail
Waiting at the court room all of us silent
You was never home, you was always so violent
How you think I fell when I visited to prison
You were my brother out while my partner gone missing
I was gone distant, but that was just hurt
From all those nights, those fights, those words [bad word] we used to argue all the time, I hated you
And when it’s in your [bad word] dealing, I hated too
It was my birthday and there’s some next [bad word] All those times you got your [bad word] arrested
Family stressing, I’m surprised you ain’t dead
From a life of crime and on war with the feds
How you thought bout what you put me through? Huh
And all the things I had to do for you
Like deal with the people who spoke your name
Like this [bad word] who disrespected you, I broke her frame
But it’s okay, I’m your baby sits
And some day I just may be rich
And I got you, I ain’t gotta say it
I just want for you to tell me you appreciate it

Acting like if you walk by on a street
And you’re walking on concrete
And you saw a rose growing out of concrete
Even if it had messed up petals
And it was a little...to the side
You would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concrete.