Black Roses
Written by: Kwame “Kwamizzle” Armstrong, Jalaa “Jaja Gibore” Palmer

Hand Gunz High, Its the League
Black Roses

[verse 1]

Listen up, little one
Don't be such a shottas head
Snakes pon di grass always end up in the garden dead
You should look for righteousness and peace
Like Selassie said, the key to the locks is the freedom of a Natty Dread
Ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bells a ring
The message in the lessons, and you still ain't learn a ting
Once I'm in the ring, I float with no wings
I'm buzzing like some bees, hear the tracks when I sting
Hip Hop and Reggae sings, our lion hearts make us Kings
She say she from Jamaica but really Jamaica, Queens
Brooklyn party with the Yardies, I'ma “buddy some pum pum”
Flock full of hotties bring ya buddy to my room, zoom
Romantic call, I'm talking to my baby down in mi yard
They wanna roll our ganja, smoke a spliff and get high
Til I reach the Gods

[verse 2]
In my garden it's nothing but microphones
A few rappers resting in they final home
I told em leave me alone buy they hard headed
Made em regret it, eat they words
Beef was deaded
Now they laying, they ain't growing unless I'm spraying
Them niggas play too much they thought that I was playing
I told em, I'm a OG like Lee
With one call I could get the black Rose family
Apparently they tested and I bested
Now they eternally, peacefully, resting
Bodies infested, the lab doing forensic reports
On the crime scene and I don't mean majestic
I'm an emcee Jedi, one to be respected
Lyrics crack skulls, pierce bone, and tear flesh with
I been told you boys I ain't near the man to mess with
I could leave you breathless it's hectic
nothing but...black black roses in my garden