Wyclef Jean, Don Chino and Raquel - When A Rose Dies

When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
Another gun will grow

Rico, rico, now they're running from the narcos
Snitches got the court looking like a side-show
And the jury give the sentence with their eyes closed
When a rose die, another gun will grow

The irony of life sometimes it makes me think
I'm only fresh for a second then the flesh stinks
It{s back to the earth with the fire ants
Only thing I leave behind is my fingerprints
Yeah, they caught my cuzzo with the fingerprints
Yeah, I ain't seen my brother ever since

When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
Another gun will grow

Sigo, sigo en lo mismo traficando
En la mía y seguimos controlando
Tiros, tiros en la calle siguen dando
Miro pa' tra' y la poli me está parando
Eyo dime lo que vamo'a hacer
Eyo yo te hago desaparecer
Y todo el mundo matándose
Sigo siendo el mismo
Nunca cambié

Rico, rico, now they're running from the narcos
Snitches got the court looking like a side-show
And the jury give the sentence with their eyes closed
When a rose dies another gun will grow

When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies

We went from barely getting cash from the sidewalk
To now we stand tall like jack and the beanstalk
You know what my people would do to get a passport
Think scarface, kill a diplomat boy
Now I'm thinking that the ice is a diamond mine
That{s a haitian seeing snow for the first time
Sak pase I'm in a new york state of mind
While papa doc had niggas shittin' in the gun line

When the rose dies
Another gun will go
When the rose dies
When the rose dies
Another gun will grow
When a rose dies another gun will grow

Written by:
Madeline Nelson, Nel Ust Wyclef Jean, Pedro Torres III

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing

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