She was my black rose 
I bucked her up and rode 
Skin made of gold 
And a cocoa butter glow 

Got a combo on the go 
Gave the combos to the codes 
Oh-7946 Double Oh 
She said give me your corner 

Or smoke weed by the river 
Watching daffodils blow 
You dun know 
As time grows 
We expands and grow close 
My black rose 
I propose we get married 
But you're still in college 
And I'm shorting green on the corner to make a profit 
Staring at the cosmics 
Trying to find the logic 
Spitting my life over melancholic beats 
But now I'm beat 
You and I in deep dialogue 
My black rose I want to cultivate you neatly 
Visualize you and me through my third eye DVD 
Babes is deep 
and can't be described by speech 
So I speak through my actions 
And treat you like diamonds on consignment 
Protect you from the parasites and parrots 
And prepare to get violent for a love tight like 
Strings on a violin 
Momentary silence as she told me she was pregnant 
Pregnant? Babes I wasn't expecting this 
Embraced her with a kiss 
Overwhelmed with happiness 
I know it wasn't planned and your family's probably 
pissed 
But it's too late, the baby's due June 28th 
Your brothers begs your dad 
Dash you at your mother�s gates 
Said when you die 
Don't want to see your face at his grave 
But fuck him anyway 
Just pack your suitcase 

(chorus) 
This is dedicated to my black rose 
Bucked her up and rolled 
Skin made of gold 
And a cocoa butter glow 
And if you want to keep her 
You best know the codes 
The black rose 
Bucked her up and rolled 
Surrounded by the weeds and the bloody jankrows 
(LISTEN) 

My dear father 
When you died I cried blood 
So much on my mind 
That I needed to discuss 
But words won�t describe 
And time is not enough 
But trust you my sons 
I'll manifest your love 
And though the road is rough 
I spit my life over dubs 
Till my life turn to dust 
And as I write these words 
I'm reminded of the love 
And the lessons you taught 
Still I have to learn the hard way 
Through the hard times 
You find out who's your compadres 
I stargaze as I blaze high grade 
Thinking bout better days 
Before your life got take-away 
Wouldn't leave you dead in vain 
So I took your name 
Son of Niah forever carry your legacy 
Until they bury me, yeah 
My dear father I love you like cooked food 
And I wish you wasn't gone 
but I'm dealing with the truth 
And every time my hair sizzle 
I'm reminded of you 
And how we cope only God knows 
Walking a thin line between love and hate 
Like a tightrope 
And at times when it seems there's no hope 
I still soldier forth holding your picture close 
(close to my heart)