Rose Petals

[Verse 1]
The blood of my brother
Was spilled on the street
He was the rose that grew out of the concrete
The same ground where his body lay
Like rose petals on a stony grave
Why do we fear each other?
From the lives of yesterday
I'll never know

[Chorus 1]
But look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They call this one Michael Brown
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They call this one Trayvon Martin
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They call this one Tyshawn Lee
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
It's far too many for me

[Verse 2]
The tears of a mother
Are spilt at his grave
She knows the cost, the whole world could not repay
And when she should have felt our sympathy
All we told her, is that her baby was guilty
And do we even have compassion?
Do we even wanna see?
I'll never know

[Chorus 2]
But look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They call this one Freddie Gray
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They call this one Eric Garner
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They call this one Sandra Bland
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
Every woman, every man

[Bridge]
Ooh, sometimes I wonder
If you were more than a number
Would we ever see how beautiful
And special
And precious you were?
Somebody told me
That if only, if only
You [?]
You would still be alive

[Chorus 3]
But I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
Like the ones from Sandy Hook
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
His name ain't changed the story
And our history books
So while we can let's look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
And say a prayer for all these roses
Shout and march for all the roses
With petals on the ground
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
Look at all these roses
With petals on the ground

[Outro]
The blood of my brother
Was spilt on the street
He was the rose that grew out of the concrete