Where There Grows Red Roses

No it ain't my time to go, no No it ain't my time to go, no no no Stop hell for leatherin', boy, take it back slow We're from the cracks where there grows red roses We got thorns, you feel the point of all those? But there ain't no mob, nah it's just me But I got seven or so personalities Even alone, my mob it runs deep Now causing havoc are all of these prodigies Don't put your God on me Up are the meek Nah, nah we ain't weak Just those without peace I don't wear my heart but my skull on my sleeve Do you see the planes in the sky? Look up think why am I here in this life, is it mine? One two, quick light flash, time flies, yeah Right before eyes and do what you must make right Ain't conceding a thing, not alive I connect with the blue, both day and the night And some days as waves, some others as lightning Only get mad when I find a thing frightening Hold up your lighters, those days are now dead Mob is so Y after L, A, and Z See that's ironic that thing that I said 'Cos we hardly spend a whole hour in bed Ma raised a fool, na she didn't, let me out You're all tiled squares, you're held with some grout We're running on feelings That's all we're about Nah I ain't north, west, south, east Well I guess I'm south-east Not London Boy where you from then? Man, I'm HP Yeah, I got sauce ain't brown Oh please, it's twenty nine-teen Man I thought we were past this Wait, no we ain't Still split skin and classes I wonder where I might be Open eyes wide I swear you might see Man as I write this Feel lost and lifeless No clue what right is What's your advice? Go buy a home Despite what the price is Drop all your vices Wouldn't that be nice Tried. Got no cash, I feel numb Spit on my life, I'm sick of being dumb Know it ain't wise to get by with rum Out the blue like my eyes Oh rise the warm sun Oh guys am I done Got all the suits They're claiming red, blue Who don't support me And don't support you We're living off lies Surprise, there's no truth You hear me, I'm wise Disguised as dumb youth Sleepy, I'm tired But trying to ride through I'll find 'em outside Won't hide in this booth Take a few blows I'll find a new tooth I was born in the storm I'll fix a new roof What you gonna go for Who you gonna be Better being broke than the bottom of the sea Only mean it as a joke when I say I wanna leave And I wanna meet T Go and eat the cold cream Meet a couple old heads sold me cream Then meet Ye who ain't selling no dreams But he opened up a store, G double-O, D Only the bright souls catch my bars But there ain't many bright kids, don't mean pass But i mean eyes open, same with their hearts And their ears pressed close to the speakers blast 1.2 Punto it can't cope fast And my pay checks gone prior week gone past Ain't cos I blow on blow or the grass Ever heard of inflation Say sh*t sharp and fast