Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Rodney, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Truth Is Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2009
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Little Rodney |
| sura fatiha; |
| islamic prayer* |
| translation: |
| Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim |
| english: |
| In the name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful |
| translation: |
| 'Al-Hamdu lillahi Rabbil-'Aalamin |
| english: |
| Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds, |
| translation: |
| 'Ar-Rahmaanir-Rahiim |
| english: |
| The Beneficent, the Merciful. |
| translation: |
| Maaliki Yawmid-Diin; |
| english: |
| Owner of the Day of Judgement. |
| translation: |
| 'Iyyaaka na'-budu wa 'iyyaaka nasta-'iin. |
| english: |
| Thee (alone) we worship; |
| Thee (alone) we ask for help. |
| translation: |
| 'Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqiim- |
| english: Show us the straight path, |
| translation: |
| Siraatal-laziina 'an-'amta 'alay him- |
| english: |
| The path of those whom Thou hast favoured; |
| translation: |
| Gayril-magzuubi 'alay him wa laz-zaaalliin. |
| english: |
| Not (the path) of those who earn Thine anger nor of those who go astray. |
| eh yo limb vak twisted broken mutilated carcass |
| living in a harness |
| guards all watch us towers with the tonnes of firearms and they hoist us |
| shoot to kills marksmen, keep |
| food make you nausious |
| yall gat your floors but they sleep us in sheet just to keep us exhausted |
| mixed in the monsters |
| divided and conquered |
| where the hard hearted and lawless are highly guarded |
| chance to touch knowledge |
| chance for em to torture |
| these bars are between you and your roots and your culture |
| eat sleep shit sweat hardiship |
| a godless society is garbage |
| twisted mission accomplished |
| bars and now sorrows are all that we armed with |
| heart disconnected punching walls with a raw fist, potent |
| between the villian hell and the coffin |
| do the death rattle in the metal maze you lost in |
| boxed in and dropped in a hole and forgetten |
| frozen till the core of your soul feel rotten |
| name is now numbers |
| just know your fellow convict love you brother ali |
| peace, |
| little rodney |
| hook |
| say if yall tryna talk bout the horrors you seen |
| tell your stories through me and feel free |
| if yall tryna talk bout the horroes you seen |
| tell your stories through me |
| trapped and locked in the belly of the beast |
| just like malcom, martin |
| solomon and jesus the last great prophets |
| may never give atleast a penny over |
| any beef got you stabbed in your sleep |
| plus you have to keep… look out for the captives they do it |
| they masters of deption and they tragic with they deeds |
| its madness that you speak of innocence and guilt |
| in a prison that was built just to generate some wealth |
| facilities, they building industries withing themselves, they out earn two |
| thirds of anything they sell |
| they… in the 13th amendment give them hell |
| when they filling the demand of men and women in them cells |
| system stay in business cos the children that they fail |
| gettin ill when they drillin out a living for themselves |
| hopeless they send them in as their feeling prevails |
| they stealing killing slinging steady feeling up them jails |
| ha ha |