Rocwell's America - SA-ROC, Styles P

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