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