Brother Ali - Little Rodney lyrics

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 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