Flores

I say not everything is roses
Count those blessings and forget the pain
Hey, hey, hey
False prophets and fake pastors
Everyone's a sinner (M10, M10)

I say not everything is roses
Count those blessings and forget the pain
Life ain't a freak show
Despite the false promises and fake loves
False prophets and fake pastors
Everyone's a sinner
Judgers, just accusers
Who used to be perfect (uh-huh)
I just want freedom
I owe you nothing
I talk about shackles, talk about cells and bars
Minds being locked up
I speak for my brothers who lost their voice
God gave me the gift of speech
I come with something new
Bringing the voice to my people
And the opposition falls silent

And now tell me
What do you know about being alone?
My life’s a drama, like prison or a mental ward
I feel like a stranger in my own nest
They threw stones and judged me like a fallen angel
Even with Christ's love
That's what they feared
A young Black man becoming a king
And they gave him a crown of thorns
But a child of war still stands strong
I learn from the fall, rise in the crisis
I’m just a product of my roots
Grew up in the hood, on the street of happy kids
But everything around was sad
And the dumbest man ain't the one who doesn't know what he says
But the one who persists in error
These streets were my home
Where evil resides
Where they hand out guns, then no chance for anything
That's not how a brother progresses
I have a dream in my mind, Martin Luther King
To pull my brothers out of crime
Tough times, but despite the regime
I remember what a wise man told me (I remember)

I say not everything is roses
Count those blessings and forget the pain
Life ain't a freak show
Despite the false promises and fake loves
False prophets and fake pastors
Everyone's a sinner
Judgers, just accusers
Who used to be perfect (uh-huh)
I just want freedom
I owe you nothing
I talk about shackles, talk about cells and bars
Minds being locked up
I speak for my brothers who lost their voice
God gave me the gift of speech
I come with something new
Bringing the voice to my people
And the opposition falls silent

Everything I gave was heart and soul
And I believed in the lies I made up myself
I say what to do when the source runs dry
This is the gunshot, the return of karma
Sometimes it feels like this pain won't go away
But I remember Da'nike and think: just do it
Life's circumstances sharpened the race
Where we learned to endure as much as we sell loads (drugs)
But keep moving forward, life’s a fight
Forget that pain
I relax my mind smoking this grape
Not everything is roses
In these gray days where I barely see colors
I know my good God hears me
I know it’s not game over yet

I say not everything is roses
Count those blessings and forget the pain
Life ain't a freak show
Despite the false promises and fake loves
False prophets and fake pastors
Everyone's a sinner
Judgers, just accusers
Who used to be perfect
I just want freedom
A brother owes you nothing
I talk about shackles, talk about cells and bars
Minds being locked up
I speak for my brothers who lost their voice
God gave me the gift of speech
I come with something new
Bringing the voice to my people
And the opposition falls silent