Jelly Roll, Struggle Jennings, Adam Calhoun - Black Roses lyrics

Howdy how's your mommy now
Told 'em waylon & Willie
And the boys

It's Totem Pole I'm back again
Back and forth I've been battling
Middle finger's high in the sky
Fuck the establishment
I pray every day that my
Vision is truly clear
Been to hell and back I brought
This demon as a souvenir
Cheers to everybody who has
Felt abandoned and tossed
I finally found myself when I was
In the land of the lost
And I thought I told you one
Day that the losers will win
Nightmares ain't nothing new to me
Freddy Kruger's my friend
Yeah, everybody loves it
My attitude is fuck it give me mine
I deserve my black roses by the dozen
Been a bad mother fucker since
A youngster ask my brothers
I'm the guy you give the ball to
Win the game and beat the buzzer swish
The streets spokesman my people chose me
So gimme what you owe me a dozen black roses
Black roses black roses
Black roses black roses
The streets spokesman my people chose me
So gimme what you owe me a dozen black roses
Black roses black roses
Black roses black roses

New rap this slappin that's a fact I'm chosen
New casket white hearse a
Bunch of black roses
White walls on the asphalt as it rolls in
Everybody dressed in all black like a
Red roses die by the dozens, they turn black
Berry brothers they got whack
Couldn't make it out the trap
Carry burdens of my past
Always took the wrong path
Who you looking at
In the mirror looking back
The streets spokesman my people chose me
So gimme what you owe me a dozen black roses
Black roses black roses
Black roses black roses
The streets spokesman my people chose me
So gimme what you owe me a dozen black roses
Black roses black roses
Black roses black roses

Alarm clock is beepin' but
Them killas ain't sleepin'
I heard my momma weepin' said I
Fell off in the deep end
Swimming with the sharks knife in
My back is bleeding
And the score is never even til
One of us ain't breathin'
Leave it on the beat
The street will leave ya out here leaking
Constantly try to reach 'em hard to
Teach 'em when they tweakin'
They letting money block their
Vision like a blindfold
Lead the lambs to be slaughtered
The enemies eatin' gyro or a yeero
I'm looking round what happened to our heroes
Giving OG status over zeros, naw bro
So gimme my roses cuz I
Suppose that it's over
You letting rats win the
Battles over soldiers i'm sick of it
The streets spokesman my people chose me
So gimme what you owe me a dozen black roses
Black roses black roses
Black roses black roses
The streets spokesman my people chose me
So gimme what you owe me a dozen black roses
Black roses black roses
Black roses black roses