Letra de 'Black Rose' de Klashnekoff

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
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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
Cuz from now, it�s just me and you babe

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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
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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)