[Hook]
My love for you...
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and...
Your love for me...
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement
My love for you...
Lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me...
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
[Verse 1]
My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me
20 years after the wats riot early 80's
Pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me in
Had a daughter already said she was to young to feed another baby
And shit got crazy, then 2 years came and went
Baby's just growin' away, we can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in the garden every Sunday at the church
Bible study at the cartends, I was hardhead
Back then I was selling crack
When your hard earned money paid for basketball practice
Always at the game on time, yellin' at the coaches
Wondering why your babyboy's sittin' on the pine
Even though life gets hard sometimes, I keep my head up
And I can make the sunshine in just one rhyme
Walk with me
My love for you...
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and...
Your love for me...
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement
My love for you...
Lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me...
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
[Verse 1]
My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me
20 years after the wats riot early 80's
Pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me in
Had a daughter already said she was to young to feed another baby
And shit got crazy, then 2 years came and went
Baby's just growin' away, we can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in the garden every Sunday at the church
Bible study at the cartends, I was hardhead
Back then I was selling crack
When your hard earned money paid for basketball practice
Always at the game on time, yellin' at the coaches
Wondering why your babyboy's sittin' on the pine
Even though life gets hard sometimes, I keep my head up
And I can make the sunshine in just one rhyme
Walk with me
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