Artist: Daddy Rose f/ Morris, Saulhaudin Album: n/a Song: Rose in the Ghetto Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Intro) Daddy Rose Daddy Rose the God Reign Rose my comrade Eddie C. Kane, Mr. Sunshine Kenyatta Black, you heard? 88 ki's, my nigga Plot Uh, 3-T (Chorus) Morris Rose can grow in the ghetto Some days often the same though I rise above the shadow from the ghetto Rose can grow in the ghetto See the light tomorrow And find a way to let go from the ghetto [Daddy Rose] I watched my grandmamma, nod off drunk often wild I was Rose While my mama and her girlfriends putting a knot on their nose Uncle on the couch reading Kenyatta's last hit Behind the speaker where they hide the glass dick Everybody trades their stems in for dope The Ghetto Chemist, enhancing the coke Fiends run all night, black rings around their eyes like Raccoons My man moms sucking up nuts like vacuums My voice started puffing rulers in the bathroom of junior high Now every time we see him, Junior's high His mama a church woman who wanna see Junior die Black babies born with the herbs for a hit While we're cutting deals from Tito for birds of that shit Mama used to cop weed in a yellow envelope Uncle Barry used to send a coke and used to party at the Timbuktu Or do the rock and the freak at the Chantique Sniff so much geek; the next day mama can't speak And all my daddy needed was some cheeba and a diva And hit a blow some Cognac and he'll make you a believer Ghetto prophecies, come on, where that chorus at? Morris, bring it down dawg (Chorus) Morris [Saulhaudin] Listening the streets seven days for wino's Over garbage cans, junkies see cute-up track marks in at Lakes Giving me on a flat hand side Older gods sipping coke with their eyes looking ball-8 Combinate 7-1-8, ain't nuttin but hoes Aunt twisting up bamboo, with Acapulco gold In the summer boys catch up girls, coco leaf yo Playing crap slap box and spider and freeze tag Mother Mayoch shoot skully tops, three box pot While my pops od off the oatmeal skag A nickel bag and a half a pint, in a paper bag My daddy lusted the dope, kept trusting the coke Kept crushing his hopes, nodding, clutching his MAC My mom was murdered, by the finest fiends and hack-less spleen While there's nothing on clinics And the streets corrupted us through our dreams My ghetto paradise, ya heard? (Chorus) Morris 1/2 [Saulhaudin] Flexing at the skies; the pain in the eyes of my son's mom Who wrapped the belt tight around the arm to find the vein While wino's, swallow a bottle for a taste To embrace the absolute, truth sipped night train From a 5 cent cup, played a nanny Go cart, eating penny candy While my parents nodded off dope In the ghetto where we borrow hope Or spliff the Jane with some juice while my sorrow soaks [Daddy Rose] Winter time, cold outside, dope fiend's dripping with sweat Now everybody taking cigarettes and dipping on wet Block parties in the big street, uncle drinking Bacardi Aunt's eating pig feet, daddy getting skied up, pied up While their kids sleep, easy wired, 50 cent lighters Dope addicts hands puff up like mittens Suffering from Niggeritus I used to sneak gin from grandma's stash While my aunt in the back steal that money from my grandma's stash What you know, c'mon, c'mon, Morris holla at me baby, what up? (Chorus) Morris X2 (Outro) Daddy Rose Trilogies of the ghetto Told and explained from the killer Gs Of the ghetto, from Chicago to New York Back to the Chi-town, you heard me? Fo'real, from the East to the West West back to the East, you heard me? From New Getty to Grimy city to the sit-out You heard me? We're back from the South New Getty to Grimy city, you heard? 'Cause we do it like...