blood

yeah roses are red I think I'm better better off dead motherfucking cops want see me in chains and idk what to do except put the middle finger up and say fuck you yeah when I'm moving my dope across the nation and ripin into a verse got caught slipping now I'm up for prison for snatching a purse yeah my luck is a curse yeah ever since birth my family comes first yeah roses of dread the blood dripping from your head see an unmarked fed I keep rolling low making my bread selling my sticks rocking a brand new set of kicks and I got everything to sell to put you in a spell people say that I should be in a cell I tell em that I don't need punishment bc I live in hell