Roses - Emily Brimlow

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)