Brother Ali - Little Rodney lyrics

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 carca** Living in a harness Guards all watch us towers with the tonnes of firearms and they hoist us Shoot to k**s marksmen,keep Food make you nausious Yall gat your floors but they sleep us in sh** just to keep us exhausted Mixed in with monsters Divided and conquered Where the hard hearted and lawless are highly regarded Chance to touch knowledge Transform the torture These bars are between you and your roots and your culture Eat, sleep, sh**, sweat hardiship A godless society's 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 d**h 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 over any beef Cats will stab you 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 k**ing slinging steady feeling up them jails Ha ha