CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 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 bullsh*t '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
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 bullsh*t '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
