Verse One:
"Dear Love, how've you been? It's been awhile.
I figured I'd spread love, leave you with a smile.

Dear Love, I feel like you're telling lies;
Smiling on the surface but dying on the inside.
Ms. Rose, I hate to see you crying tears

Even though rain drops help you grow out of here.
You kept pushing toward the skies -- (never gave up
Until you found a way up) -- you're looking like a prize;

An unwrapped gift, a blessing to my eyes.
What I see in you is a blessing in disguise!
But do you see the same?

Don't listen to them; envy is the one to blame.
Sing in the sunshine and dance in the rain.
Never let your petals fall off because of shame.

They're beautiful down to the root and the grain.
Never let up; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Let's water your hunger-pain."


Chorus:
"You're a ghetto rose growing through the concrete;

So beautiful, so close to my arms' reach.
My sweet white rose, pure like a newborn.
Every odd that wouldn't break even you proved wrong.

My ghetto yellow rose, how I adore you.
This rugged slum ain't got nothing for you!
My ghetto black rose, how I love you!

Long-live the ghetto rose - a miracle came true!"

Verse Two:

"My ghetto rose, beautiful as a sunset
Stay true to your roots; somehow, you sprung out.
The crack in the pave gave way to your form

You were born. He who wants rose must respect her thorns.
You stand tall; your sweet pollen is perfume
Your voice to my ears is like a melodic tune.

Music to my ears when you sing from your heart;
A Goddess of Love, playing strings from a harp.
Ms. Rose, even though the ghetto confines you,

let me remind you, the ghetto don't define you!
Don't let the quiet storm blind you.
When the sun shines down your true colors will shine through.

When today's miracle turns to tomorrow's truth
We will celebrate every rose that follows you.
Ms. Rose represents the universal mind-state

Of February 14th - Happy Valentine's Day!"

Chorus:

"You're a ghetto rose growing through the concrete;
So beautiful, so close to my arms' reach.
My sweet white rose, pure like a newborn.

Every odd that wouldn't break even you proved wrong.
My ghetto yellow rose, how I adore you.
This rugged slum ain't got nothing for you!

My ghetto black rose, how I love you!
Long-live the ghetto rose - a miracle came true!"