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letra de efflorescence - e.v. rose

[intro]
roses & bombs
e.v. rose
been traveling on this road
friends and foes
but who am i?
i don’t know, i don’t know

[verse 1]
call it a journey, call it a mission
whatever you call it open your heart and listen
i was on an expedition wishing for riches
searching everywhere but never looking within
i felt like i never fit in, never had women
overthinking every word i utter wonder what others thinking
about me, the true me, how could they ever see clearly?
like when i had a bad case of acne
skin’s thick but i’m still uncomfortable living in it
i’m simply paying the rent check to check
i had to check because i don’t own myself
because i don’t know myself, that’s a hard thing to admit
and upon further reflection, my image and complexion
have always sprouted seeds of misconception
so the next time you see me smile know it’s misdirection
understand my soul’s been running miles searching for the finish line
[hook]
roses are red, bombs are blue
i’m stuck in the middle which corner are you?
bombs i dread, roses they bloom
i’m starting to learn they made you

[verse 2]
how can you set sail without a destination?
my mistake and in any case i was missing a comp-ss
what’s my starting location?
i began in the bas-m-nt wavered by the situation i was placed in
i thought that was the lowest of lows
only lord knows how many times i prayed for a resolution to my woes
but each day i thanked god for my problems cause i still could have some fritos
and when my car broke down i still could have some free tows
i could put that all in prose
but what would be the pro’s of me conning my own abilities to compose?
my life’s like a poem, i control my own destiny with every rhyme
and every line represents my emotions intertwined
and every syllable is like each and every individual molecule and cell of mine
and though i’m invisible the next time you hear me spit
realize what went into it
my dna embedded like a microchip

[hook]

[verse 3]
the wounds from my travels turned to scabs i would scrabble
picked on, never tattled, dripped blood left me rattled
my armour shattered from past blows i was bruised and battered
the upper hand goes to my shadow
ill prepared in light of battle, sick like cattle
lost grip and handle, almost went van gogh like hold up
i don’t mean paintings, i mean pain tings
i brushed it off with every note i would sing
verses turned to songs i wrote all my wrongs
i began to understand it was always in my hands lines changed my palms
i remained calm, meditated to the vision of my voice of reason
gave meaning to keep on living even though odds were against me breathing
i close my eyes and find freedom
focus on the locus where i’m most believing in myself
balance the depth of death and light of living
roses i smelt bombs were killing

[hook]

[bridge]
i’m destined to make it, i’m destined for greatness
don’t mistake it i’m a rose in the pavement
and when i break and escape it and rise to my rightful placement best believe that i’ll take it
and every kid that hated and degraded
i took the test and look how i straight a-d it and aced it
took this beat and ate it
no diets, no regrets, i caved in cause this music sh-t i’m craving

[hook]

- e v rose

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