The Rose that Grew from the Concrete

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The Rose that Grew from the Concrete Anything that's planted from the concrete is gonna be hard to grow all it's scratches and marks from coming thru the cracks is gonna show. How did that rose grow how did he survive How did he make it thru all of that he praised his way thru he didn't give up he shook that dirt off his back The most delicate flower coming thru the most grimiest place like the most beautiful person in the world but walking around with a hard look on their face The Rose that grew from Concrete Is like a child being born come into this world pure and innocent but end up leaving scarred and torn The streets is the soil the jungle where we fight to stay alive raised around drug paraphernalia and guns and the will to survive A mother struggling a baby crying looking for a reason 2 smile these are different petals of a rose where it takes a village to raise a child Where our tears water our emotions and our struggle is what feeds our purpose a seed is planted, dodges many tumbleweeds and so much more just to get to the surface. Somebody who's destined to make it who came from nothing and raised in these streets We drank kool aid outta mayo jars and used curtains for sheets. Not forgetting where we come from our grandmamas prayers our mamas tears and look at me today srill standing after all these years I've blossomed into who God chose me to be everything about my life is complete fragile, yet strong, beautiful but ugly the Rose that grew from the concrete. Anything that's planted from the concrete is gonna be hard to grow all it's scratches and marks from coming thru the cracks is gonna show. How did that rose grow how did he survive How did he make it thru all of that he praised his way thru he didn't give up he shook that dirt off his back The most delicate flower coming thru the most grimiest place like the most beautiful person in the world but walking around with a hard look on their face The Rose that grew from Concrete Is like a child being born come into this world pure and innocent but end up leaving scarred and torn The streets is the soil the jungle where we fight to stay alive raised around drug paraphernalia and guns and the will to survive A mother struggling a baby crying looking for a reason 2 smile these are different petals of a rose where it takes a village to raise a child Where our tears water our emotions and our struggle is what feeds our purpose a seed is planted, dodges many tumbleweeds and so much more just to get to the surface. Somebody who's destined to make it who came from nothing and raised in these streets We drank kool aid outta mayo jars and used curtains for sheets. Not forgetting where we come from our grandmamas prayers our mamas tears and look at me today srill standing after all these years I've blossomed into who God chose me to be everything about my life is complete fragile, yet strong, beautiful but ugly the Rose that grew from the concrete.