Verse One:
Kesha, Kesha how you been?
It's a battle upstream but still you swim
Suppose to lose, but somehow you win
This aint the end but where do I begin?
I guess at age 10, that was when you first fall out with men
Pops left moms for another
It was now just you and ya mother
Moms fell victim to the struggle
Now you only eat what the food stamps can cover
SSI and welfare trips
Government cheese and stale bread makes you sick
Threw all that you just relax
Cuz you know one day Pops will come back
Trying to rise above this hard streets
But they say a black rose can't grow in concrete

Verse Two:
Kesha, Kesha watch you grow
14 years old, to High School you go
Moms strung out on booze and dope
All high so all night in the streets you roam..
But in these streets you know
For someone your age can be so cold
You fall into the wrong crowd
They jump you in to make sure that you really down
At a party you fall victim to peer pressure
Drunk and high on whatever
Can't see straight, passed out in the bathroom
Taken advantage of by mad dudes
Damn boo, why you falling for the same tricks?
Ya Moms, in her own world, you don't say shit
Ya life's a bitch, and it she funny
Cuz you don't know the father of this baby in ya tummy

Verse Three:
Kesha, Kesha not like this
Trying to hide ya belly, so school you skip
Hormones outta control
So to planned parenthood you roll
But you too young to do it on ya own
You try to dip out, but they call ya home
Moms finds out you been missing class
Drunk as hell bout to bet yo ass
Maybe it was divine intervention
Or ya mom realized that she's been missing
Time to put the drink down and sober up
Maybe the drama, was meant to make ya'll closer huh
Do stories from the hood ever have a happy ending
I don't know, this a new beginning
They say a black rose can't grow in concrete
But this one has a second chance to rise above these hard streets