I'm like a flower that's been growing from the concrete i been
walked on
spit on
looked over
walked over
people didn't think that i wasn't going to make it
but yet i grow and still growing
now they have no choice but to stop and gaze in amaze how beautiful i have become
as the smell of my success kiss their noises
and wonders fill their minds as i shine
becoming this bright beautiful rose as i grow
and the roots is my past life story
which is watered down by people who talk bad about me
all the things i had to overcome that you can't help but to see
i am this rose that keeps on growing
