"black flowers" genre: Funk
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	groovy funky rock with an oldschool urban flow tossed in... confused? check it out. if you grew up in the 'hood (or know anyone who did) you'll get it...
	CD: the rebirth Credits: copyright 1999 jelly pierce me too! music & lyrics by timothy & jelly
	Lyrics black flowers grow in the concrete ground and wing tipped shoes try and crush them down some rare white roses from the ghetto understand and it don't change brother in the name of hood love you're falling into the drug filled mud but your mind is weak so you don't understand that it don't change paint the flowers on your face throw that peace sign in the air paint the flowers on your face make love everywhere green collard greens and black eyed peas hot buttered corn bread don't neccesarrily make the only black folks you ever did see and that won't change now let me break it down so you can comprehend i know some folks say that they understand i know you say you're only gettin ends and soul food was just the only thing they had and that don't change paint the flowers on your face throw that peace sign in the air black flowers grow in the concrete ground and wing tipped shoes try to tear them down but we ain't gonna stop and we won't be robbed. the lack of recognition only makes us stand hard like an impenetrable door with a dead bolt latch. exploding in your face like a hand grenade, catch. some rare white roses from the ghetto understand and to educate the people you gotta tell it to 'em, man. to them that shout, jelly on out.

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