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-хоп
Date 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 |