Roses

All these politics, checking off the list Religious hypocrites tryna sell me on the doctrine Tryna sell me something for my soul Tryna sell me something for my soul, nah Firey-eyed brimstone teachers tryna tell me something different But I ain't gon' listen, no-oh I'ma start my own religion I'ma start my own religion I got roses growing in my backyard Every soul that's lost is a tear from God And I'm hopeful that one day we'll see Every wall we've built will crumble All the benefits that the richer people get Is the poor get poor and the wealthy get rich, no I don't think it makes a difference Chrome or diamond, real or fiction As the TV switches and the saleman gives you pictures All the strolling gives you twitches But you know there's something different I ain't feel like you're the one that's in control But are you really in control? I got roses growing in my backyard Every soul that's lost is a tear from God And I'm hopeful that one day we'll see Every wall we've built will crumble I got roses (Mmm) Growing in my backyard (In my backyard) Every soul that's lost (Every soul that's lost) Is a tear from God (Is a tear from God) And I'm hopeful (Oh-woah) That one day we'll see Every wall we've built (Every wall we've built) Will crumble (Crumble, crumble) I got roses (I got roses) Growing in my backyard Every soul that's lost (Ohh) Is a tear from God (Is a tear from God) And I'm hopeful That one day we'll see (Oh, we're gonna see) Every wall we've built Will crumble (Crumble)