Tonart: Bb minor
Intro 1
Am
G
Am
Playing my pops in the
Verse 1
Am
tape deck,
ain't getting the cake yet
wish I got stuck in the latex
Am
Real connectors calling me
G
Am
cause they ain't got paid yet
My cousin on the pipe
but her relationship same sex
My mother believed in education
G
My father believed in meditation
Am
My body believed in medication
A stationary mindset of
smokin' and drinkin'
Fuck school and I don't really
give a fuck what you think
G
B
Mama, ain't like the way
G
that I was actin' in school
Am
Actin' a fool, I don't need an education
I'm a rap, up in her face, she yellin' back
If you can't respect your mama,
G
get the fuck out my house
Am
Nigga, you hear this story
again and again
G
Single mother tryin' to raise a king
Am
When I decided I would sing,
G
Am
tell my story to the rest of the world
I buy a crib for my number one girl
You can blossom,
G
no matter where you come from
Am
G
Challenges that come from
Am
where you let your head in
Where you keep on locked up
G
inside your circumstances
keep your head up,
put your eyes to the fire
G
Watching Moesha smoking a blunt,
then the phone rang
The homie was calling,
C
he said he's sick of his own thing
G
Am
Tryin' to get paper,
his baby mama a stranger,
he never seein' his daughter
G
Am
That kinda made me feel anger
when I be thinkin' bout it
He said, you rappin',
G
I hope one day that you'll sing about it
C
I told him, listen, my nigga,
G
I'm thinkin' bout bigger pictures
Am
You gotta nurture your spirit
and let him know that you with it
You see, it's tough to go get it,
cause it ain't givin'
My nigga clutchin' a Smith
inside this livin' is wack
Am
We be keepin' the rap for years,
we givin' him crack
It's seepin' deeper than that
to see the people react
That's what we do it for
G
They sayin' ain't what you know,
but shit, it's who you know
Am
The satisfaction is goin'
to let them toolies blow
They switch sides and shit,
but they can't fool me though
Murder in the first,
so these niggas gotta do it low
no matter where you come from
Am
G
Challenges that come from
Am
G
where you let your head in
Am
G
Am
Where you keep on locked up
G
inside your circumstances
keep your head up,
put your eyes to the fire
Tell me why you act this way
G
It's such a disappointment
that you act this way
Frustrated with life?
To where you can't appreciate
what you've been given in life?
It's a blessing,
claiming you stressin',
G
but second -guessin' what's real
That's God, family, and love,
instead you rappin'
Am
and hangin' out with the thugs
Is that the way you was raised?
G
Feelin' lost in your ways?
Am
G
I know your brother was raised
where you had beef with that one clique
A ten -year -old boy murdered
over some dumb shit
to impress who you run with
But what if you the one
that 5 -0 gon' come get?
G
It's not an assumption,
Am
G
I know it cause I been where you are
I used to scream, the world,
I was delivered by God
Am
Your generation is odd
and marriage doesn't exist
Marriage doesn't exist
You can fly some,
G
no matter where you come from
Am
G
Challenges that come from where
And where you keep on locked up
G
Besides your circumstances
Am
Let the race begin, keep your head up
Fm
Put your eyes on the fire
Bbm
I shouldn't be mad,
F#
Bbm
my pops left me all alone,
Fm
mama, habits was bad
Homies murdered every day,
Ebm
F#
Fm
gotta look in that bag and come home
To leave money and to take out the trash,
you don't know shit
Ebm
F#
When I'm the shooter, boy, I don't miss
Fm
Girl cheatin' on you
cause you gone, but you don't trip
Bbm
You gotta pack, you gotta move,
Fm
Con nect on your ass
cause he want his cash dumb quick
Ebm
My lil' brother got
F#
murdered and it was my fault
Bbm
I should've told him
Fm
he shouldn't fuck with the sidewalk
Bbm
I had beef with some niggas,
F#
we had the side talk
Fm
They came back blastin', dawg,
it should've been me
Ebm
Bbm
And when I murdered that nig ga,
it should've been me
F#
Bbm
Fm
That drive -by we did,
it should've been me
Bbm
That last pack I sold,
it should've been free
Fm
A bullet to the brain and COV ID,
now it is me
Abm
E
Twice upon a time, there were two friends
Dbm
Who grew up in the same neighborhood
E
Dbm
A
They referred to that shit as
the concrete
Because it was the toughest environment
Am
Eaug
ever made it out to do or be anything
E
One of the friends had to grow up a
lot faster than the other
C
When he was forced to live with
his grandmother
Due to his mother being
strung out on drugs
Am
And his father being incarcerated
E
With a little brother to watch over,
he chose to sell drugs
in order to take care of his brother and
his grandmother,
the house.
With some of the money he saved,
he bought a 1994 Acura Legend,
E
the car he spent his time making deliveries in,
occasionally using
the back seat
as a makeshift bedroom
C
when he wanted time alone
The other friend grew up
Dbm
a mother and father.
Though separated,
they both remained very
active in his life.
He chose to make music
C
an d always thought of himself
as the best rapper from his neighborhood.
The homies would call him
Gbm
the rapper killer.
Some nights he would have bad dreams
about the neighborhood
and getting caught up in the life
G
that he tried so desper
ately to avoid.
Ironically, his dreams were
his best friend's reality.
E
Roses are red, dollars are green,
Eaug
E
well, that's a phrase
that the homies from the concrete
A
It means that nothing is more
important than getting paid,
B
and by any means necessary.
Eaug
As the months went by,
E
they would both fall in love
with girls they met.
C
Either by coincidence or by fate,
they would both have baby boys
in the same month.
But both relationships began to strain
E
an d they felt stuck in the middle,
unsure if they wanted to stay
and make the family work,
A
or would they no longer be with the mother
like the fathers before them.
E
Eventually both relationships would end
and all four people would
become single parents.
The Rose Theory is conflict.
C
The two friends began to argue
about who's had it the roughest,
and who was more of a man
Dbm
due to conditions
that they both had to overcome growing up.
By doing this,
they realize that they are one in the same,
C
shake hands and keep it moving.
The rapper wrote a song
called No More Parties in Fort Worth
Gbm
about one of the homies that's locked up,
baby mother.
We see her at every party,
every weekend,
G
turning up like the homie kids ain't
at the crib.
The conversation he
had with her
wasn't meant to be disrespectful,
Abm
it was just out of concern
E
for the homie's younger.
At this point in the story,
the two friends have been through
A
so much
that they're just in the pursuit
of happiness.
The friend that made his money
serving fiends
that there was no future for him in
this business.
Unfortunately,
he had made so many enemies
that he would live for much longer.
He made a tape for his son
Abm
and left some game for him
Not being able to handle
the paranoia and stress that comes with
A
the path that he decided to walk
and living with more regret than
one man can bear,
E
he decided that he was no longer fit
for this world
and committed suicide.
A couple days after the body was found
checked the mail
and inside was a tape
with a letter attached
with the title being Blossom.
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