Black flowers grow in the concrete ground
and wingtipped shoes try to crush them down
some rare white roses from the ghetto understand
and it don't change
Brotha in the name of hood love
you're fallin into the drug filled mud
but your mind is weak and you dont understand that
it don't change
Paint the flowers on your face
throw a peace sign in the air
flowers on your face and love everywhere
Green collard greens and black eyed peas
hot buttered corn bread don't necessarily
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 getting ends
and soulfood was just the only thing they had and
that won't change
Paint the flowers on your face
throw a peace sign in the air
(jelly - at same time as thy)
eeny meeny gipsaleeny ooh ah kinda meeny
atcha katchy liberache i love u
said shirley temple thank she cute
all she c' wear is a bathin suit
she c' wibble she c' wobble she c' do the splits
but i betcha $5 she can't do
jelly on 1 foot 1 foot 1 foot
jelly on 2 foot 2 foot 2 foot
jelly on 3 foot 3 foot 3 foot
jelly on out
(thy - at same time as jelly)
black flowers grow in the concrete ground
and wing tipped shoes try to crush 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 ghotto understand and to educate the people you gotta tell it to em, man... so to them that shout...
jelly on out