Little Rodney

Sura fatiha; (Islamic prayer)

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim (In the name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful)

'Al-Hamdu lillahi Rabbil-'Aalamin (Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds)

'Ar-Rahmaanir-Rahiim (The Beneficent, the Merciful)

Maaliki Yawmid-Diin (Owner of the Day of Judgement)

'Iyyaaka na'-budu wa 'iyyaaka nasta-'iin (Thee (alone) we worship; Thee (alone) we ask for help)

'Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqiim- (Show us the straight path)

Siraatal-laziina 'an-'amta 'alay him- (The path of those whom Thou hast favoured)

Gayril-magzuubi 'alay him wa laz-zaaalliin (Not (the path) of those who earn Thine anger nor of those who go astray)

Ayo limb vak twisted broken mutilated carcass

Living in a harness

Guards all watch us from towers with batons firearms in they're holsters

Shoot-to-kill marksmen,keep crosshairs on us

Food make you nausious

Yall got your floors but they sleep us in shit just to keep us exhausted

Mixed in with monsters

Divided and conquered

Where the hard-hearted lawless are highly regarded

Chance to touch knowledge

Transform the torture

These bars are between you and your roots and your culture

Eat, sleep, shit, sweat hardship

A godless society's garbage

Twisted mission accomplished

Bars and our sorrows are all that we armed with

Heart disconnected punching walls with a raw fist, partin

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 prophet

May never get released

Over a penny any beef

Cats will stab you in your sleep

Plus they have to keep look out for their captin when they creep

They're 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

The gavel and the 13th amendment give them hell

When they filling the demand of men and women in themselves

System stay in business cause 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