[Intro: 2pac]

And I feel like if you walk by a street

And you was walking on concrete

And you saw a rose growing out of concrete

Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little—

You know, to the side

You would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete

So why is it that when you see some ghetto kid

Grow out of all the dirtiest circumstances

And he can talk and he can sit across from you

Make you smile, make you cry, make you laugh

All you can talk about is my dirty rose

My dirty stems, and how I'm leaning crooked to the side?

[Syne]

Six side!

[Hook: Syne]

All the pain, all the fake love

All the hate, all the strugglin’

Used to contemplate suicide, cock the nine back, close my eyes

See my baby eyes, then I copped the Wraith with the suicides

Skirtin’ on these haters wanna see me die

‘Cause they know I’m truth and the devil is a fuckin’ lie

Used to be in hell, now I’m freezin’

Haters wanna hate and now I’m a give ‘em a reason

[Verse 1: Harold John]

Each rhyme is the Passion of the Christ

My words are Proverbs, seek the truth in what I write

And ye shall find eternal life

You got a better chance of slappin’ the sun out the sky

Than touchin’ one hair on the head of the anointed by the Most High

You ain’t feeling this swine, then you flat lined

Prolly need a defibrillator attached to that spine

Diagnosed with mental illness? *scoffs* You know that’s a lie

How’d you react if your fiancé got in a car crash and died?

Damn right I was depressed

You’d be too, just the grieving process

Climbed my way out the abyss, out of homelessness

The bottle and all that entails, life story sicker than sickle cell

My lawyer work for the Sheriff’s Department, I won’t see a cell

[Hook: Syne]

All the pain, all the fake love

All the hate, all the strugglin’

Used to contemplate suicide, cock the nine back, close my eyes

See my baby eyes, then I copped the Wraith with the suicides

Skirtin’ on these haters wanna see me die

‘Cause they know I’m truth and the devil is a fuckin’ lie

Used to be in hell, now I’m freezin’

Haters wanna hate and now I’m a give ‘em a reason

[Verse 2: Harold John]

I see ya shifty eyes, I hear your muffled talkin’

Behind this smile is a psycho, I’m just playin’ possum

If you truly knew my struggle you’d salute the hustle

Or maybe you’d just hate double, spineless jellyfish mussel

Mollusk, in a field of flowers you prolly frolic

I’m the Rose that Grew from Concrete going to Ivy League college

I’m under investigation, not the police; the Masons

Pyramid scheme patient, yeah, inner circle invasion

Momma was a doctor, daddy was a soldier

Step-dad was a mack, sister was a hustler

Brother was a player

I’m a combo of all that and more, it’s layers to my flavor

Too much love to be a— *hater*

Shout out my grandma in Decatur

(Love you Grams)

[Hook: Syne] (Ad-libs: Harold John)

All the pain, all the fake love (Uh huh)

All the hate, all the strugglin’ (Uh huh)

Used to contemplate suicide, cock the nine back, close my eyes

See my baby eyes, then I copped the Wraith (Yeah!) with the suicides

Skirtin’ on these haters wanna see me die

‘Cause they know I’m—

*Car engine revs*

*Car drives away*