The blood of my brother was spilled on the street
He was the rose that grew out of the concrete
The same ground where his body lay
Like rose petals on a stony grave
Why do we fear each other
From the lies of yesterday, I'll never know
But look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They called this one Mike Brown
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They called this one Trayvon Martin
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They called this one Tyshawn Lee
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
It's far too many for me
The tears of my mother were spilled at his grave
She knows the cost the whole world could not repay
And when she should've felt our sympathy
All we told her is that her baby was guilty
Do we even have compassion
Do we even want to see, I'll never know
But look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They called this one Freddy Gray
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They called this one Eric Garner
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
They called this one Sandra Bland
I'm asking you to look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
Every woman, every man
Sometimes I wonder, if you were more than a number
Would we ever see how beautiful and special and precious you were
Somebody told me, that if only, if only
You would better decide, you would still be alive
But I'm asking you to
Look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
Like the ones from Sandy Hook
I'm asking you to
Look at all these roses
With petals on the ground
Cause they will change the story
In our history books
So while we can let's
Look at all these roses, look at all these roses
Look at all these roses with petals on the ground
I'm asking you to
Look at all these roses, look at all these roses
Look at all these roses with petals on the ground
I'm asking you to look at all these roses, look at all these roses
Look at all these roses with petals on the ground
I'm asking you to
Look at all these roses, look at all these roses
Look at all these roses with petals on the ground
I'm asking you to
Look at all these roses, say a prayer for all these roses
Shout and march for all the roses with petals on the ground
I'm asking you to
Look at all these roses, look at all these roses
Look at all these roses with petals on the ground
The blood of my brother was spilled on the street
He was the rose that grew out of the concrete