Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocwell's America , by - SA-ROC. Release date: 20.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rocwell's America |
| This a portrait of America that Norman couldn’t master |
| But crack rock well-suited for the capture |
| Whole hood hostage to that white in the glass |
| But because the prisoners Black, it wasn’t labeled a disaster |
| Too hard not to internalize |
| So I keep burning in this personal hell 'til the inferno dies |
| Government feeding us bullshit 'stead of truth |
| Giving birth to a dishonest nation, we call it fertile lies |
| We had a house kept getting robbed |
| 'Member the night daddy brought the pistol out to end the men involved |
| And 5−0 came to grace us with their presence two hours after mom dukes had sent |
| the call |
| And who was I? |
| Young Assata from the Zulu tribe |
| Trying to breed love from hate like The Bluest Eye |
| Too many friends long lost to this useless cycle |
| I guess that’s a revolutionary suicide |
| Huey saved me, Paulette and Henry made me |
| Proud of humble beginnings, but hungry for domination |
| I’m an abomination |
| The X they can’t solve for, smoking revolver |
| Ghost of a Mau Mau, rolling through Upper Marlboro |
| And all of us was struggling just to get by |
| And the reflection is eternal, Talib gave us words to live by |
| But all we want to do was get high |
| Kept a one-hitter of that indica hidden above my mid-thigh |
| Building with the gods 'bout the 120 |
| Hit the Rastas up with the change from my lunch money |
| Cop a Final Call from the NOI |
| Tryna to figure out how to stay up when that misery seems to love our company |
| But we made it through the hurricane |
| That’s why I’m quick to speak the truth, but I’m careful not to hurry fame |
| 'Cause even though I came a long way, I |
| Owe less to the struggles where I am than to the tragedy from where I came |
| Sa-Roc, Sol Messiah, SP the Ghost |
| I am Malcolm and Mandela (I am) |
| From the concrete jungle with knowledge of sand dwellers |
| Shout to the sisters (Shout) |
| Smoking while I listen to the ancestors whisper |
| Fight for your freedom and your rights 'cause you need 'em (You need) |
| And it’s the tech days, so your life gets deleted if your cypher ain’t |
| completed (Cypher ain’t complete) |
| If you ain’t complete, you ain’t elite (Uh-uh) |
| If your little brother’s hungry, then tell me, how could you eat? |
| (How could you?) |
| It’s one for all, all for one (One for all) |
| Brand Nubians, light up a doobie, give me a gun |
| I been watching the news (Yeah), I been feeling the blues (Yeah) |
| You could get killed by the boys wearing the blue (You know) |
| And I don’t mean the Crips (Uh-uh) |
| I’m talking 'bout the cops on the strip |
| See the opps and your option’s to dip (You gotta dip) |
| It shouldn’t have to be like that |
| Hard to survive, third eye, can’t see like that (Can't see), Ghost |
| To my Black bro and Black sis |
| Keep your Black thought and Black fist |
| Yeah, I’m always on some Black shit |
| Probably got me on their blacklist |
| I’m willing to die for these Black kids |
| Are you willing to die for these Black kids? |
| We gotta survive for these Black kids |
| We gotta be wise for these Black kids, yeah |