Rose Azura Njano

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released October 6, 2017


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Track Name: Red, White & Blues f. Jason Coffey
[Jason Coffey]

I love you
even after everything you put my blood through
every descendant of a slave oughta cuss you
throw a middle finger up and say...
my love's true
even after everything you put my blood through
every descendant of a slave oughta cut you
pull out an AK and spray
but that ain't love

And on this long road to perdition
you might wanna use my navigation system
my wisdom
shine light through this black prism
my rhythm
let it guide you through baptism
word to Shirley Chisolm
I'm truly tryna blaze trails
write back senders of the hate mail
that keeps comin'
caged bird still singing
chain gang still drummin'
100 miles and we still runnin
400 years
gimme a pound of Bob Marley
American flags strapped to the back of black Harleys
And if we burn you down it's to begin anew
let's pull the sheet off of our history and bid adieu


Banner in the sky
The U.S is alive
Everything before it absorb it or let it die
Daughter of four fathers no momma to get it right
Raised and became a beauty with something ugly inside
Growing up abused with bruises of different hues
Read white lies now our lady sings the blues
Over C notes
While we broke
And see votes
For people both villain and hero
Competing stroking her ego
That talk the talk come time to walk do absolutely zero
Cheer us on the court but when it's foul we ge no free throw
But we go hard off hope and for the love
With All my heart still covered in blood

[Jason Coffey]

A beauty from the heavens up above
but hold her tight you 'bout to see close up
past smooth skin you'll find something so rough
can we keep her true?
I don't know what to do
and she don't either
red, white, blues
red, white, blues
red, white and blues
Track Name: Riot!
[Deacon The Villain & Natti]

Old heads sayin'
Why them people outside
tryna keep them young boys quiet
get low
them young boys wild
lookin' at 'em 'bout to start a riot
good Lord!
why them people outside?
tryna keep them young girls quiet
get low
them young girls wild
lookin' at 'em bout to start a riot
good Lord!

[Deacon The Villain]

Look at all the red
some whites in blue
no rights
the fight in you
for life
you no nice
you no like my hue
you strike we stand straight as a stripe on cue
and you ask
why we burning up the neighborhood?
as if the ghetto was created for the greater good
it’s even burning where the savior stood
we trying to self destruct
this what will make you do it
tryna find a nugget of truth
in something
other than art
somewhere other than youth
it’s all lies
everything under your roof
to learn that history’s been slanted just to keep you aloof
it reaches moments
when even the righteous choose violence
from silence to siren
a seismic environment
in life’s maze
maybe what’s left is the right way
I hate to blacken yo white day
but old heads sayin


No way left to temper the temperature of the town
Hear the brush with death painting Crimson across the ground
Get behind something
A cause or some cover
Take aim or take suffering
News cameras never get the pause
Only want the rumble in the jungle when they popping out the claws
Civil rights suddenly got a clause
Declaring martial law
Too many ninjas tightening up they bras
Being lioness doesn't make it a lion less
And hunting down the Cubs is good way to lie in rest
Stress and pressure bust pipes
Know it ain't fun when the rabbits behind the sights
Seeing fires burning as bright as the city lights
Fueled by revolt its highest voltage ignite
generations behind with numbers in decline
Are now the ones peeking out the blinds
In these times saying why

[Deacon The Villain]

Can I get an
R for the Riot?
E for emotion?
D for devotion?
what’s the commotion
you ask why we burn up the streets that we live on
did we get that notion
from across the ocean
such self destruction
pain and the misery
we know nothing of infamy
let’s roll play the history
reverse psychology the apology
that civil war wasn’t fought for me
it was economy
Abe free’d slaves
date recorded
but it took a hundred years to piss in the same toilet
Abe free’d slaves
date recorded
but it took a hundred years to piss in the same toilet

Why them people outside
tryna' keep them young girls quiet?

conditioned to hate self since we met Christians
and taught God needs negus in full submission
to man
this a devilish plan
to pull that monkey business off you’d need one helluva clan
ya understand?
a devilish plan
to pull that monkey business off you'd need one helluva Klan
one helluva Klan
one helluva
Track Name: Red Bird

What do wings bring?
New heights to reach
To soaring somewhere foreign borders to tight to breach
Where color isn't covered in a few types of bleach
We learning without concern in how it too whites ya speech
Preach nest between earth and most high
Over streets tar that severe feathers from sky
Like star crossed lovers that never said a goodbye
But hello to a haven that tethers cheddar to pride
Ride air Jordan gave you to breath
The only way the ground allows u to leave
Received a message through a cloud of trees
Praying for heaven is hell on the knees
Catch a breeze and glide further than the eyes can see
Or stay attached to the turf as the minds concedes
And never soar
So close to Poe every Raven is evermore
Or simply weather the storms in search of a perfect shore

[Deacon The Villain]

She sleeps through the night
mother wondering how to change life
ain't none of the streets paved in gold
just rusted tracks and dusty roads
the broken chains we don't discuss
she's praying for the miraculous
her baby bird gotta fly
in this world of hungry hunters
guns pointed to the sky
hold now
let us slow down
this little life
created by the passions of pain
product of plight
a daily fight waiting for light
this patient student
bloodline never saw fit for juriceprudence
baby Rose already knows she must spring
through summer autumn and winter
spring beyond dreams
born sinner
born winner
same thing
but no rights for the children of chain
this changed queen
put it all in her princess
all of the knowledge her little brain could ingest
told her she could hold the globe in eye sight
if she spread wings and soared
flew to high heights
she could be light
see the stark difference
never awake to even see the dark's ignorance
and only time knows if she prevails
cause some times not even a birds eye can see the devil's details
Track Name: Violet (The Upper Room)
Intro - Deacon]

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today to celebrate an electric life
Under violet sky
I pray you hear our cry
Please help us protect what’s right


Gather your thoughts
gather around
Painted arrangements mixed from a pallet of sound
A casket froze in indigo royal & profound
many stems like hymns ounce blossomed from ground
But while the reaper is king
we carry the crown
We weigh it out dreaming screaming or close to even
In this sense nobody's perfect
nobody is worthless
The systems imperfect
maybe we should measure in purpose
What is yours?
what is mine?
When do we serve it?
Being hood ain't the absence of good
Being square don't make you equal or fair
It's not an equal affair
Weak voices can't speak for a share
Speak choices with no when or a where
Are you aware?
I don't think so
Unless your cup runneth over and you still sip slow
Or guzzle til nothing
complaining when you don't get mo'
See another's glass empty & you don't think poor/pour

[Hook - Deacon]

The upper room is calling
What are we suppose to do?
The upper room is calling
It appears it's just for you


We treat it like a four letter word
While fear
We shout it through the ghettos and burbs
Here me my Lord
come settle my nerves
I pray these words bring honor as the heavens observe
And to the sky
Where the birds will testify
Freedom’s a state of mind
Be free any day or time
Reality will make you doubt your actuality
The truest fallacy is man can’t change how he sees
So it’s death to reason
It’s left the legions
Wondering where to pledge
This is my letter to Ephesians
The rest
We need them
Through death
The best
Are leavin’


Some people play the victim
Some people play the fool
Some people pay the dealer
While others pay the dues
I don't know what's realer
The struggle and the strain
Or the guilt that can be built within when making gains
Ain't no cheatin' death
You can't lie to life
Plus everything about you’s hiding in these satellites
Other than the one day that Adam had it right
Humans are parasites
Insatiable appetites
So where do we go from there?
You ask
I think we all trying to figure that out?
One nation
Under a God
Kickin' us out
‘Cause America took and takes the infamous route
As we state from state to state let’s be great again
Let’s forget the salient struggle of each alien
We can parade after we honor the graves
Of natives, slaves, women, gays, etc, etc, etc.
Track Name: Gone f. Trizz
[Hook - Trizz]

They trying to kick us out the hood, niggas want us (gone)
So stressed, smoke good til the marijuana's (gone)
Crack a corona, just zone while I'm sippin on it
and start to count the last days cus the shits upon us

They trying to get us out the hood, them people want us (gone)
So stressed, smoke good til the marijuana's (gone)
Crack a corona, just zone while I'm sippin on it
and start to count the last days cus the ends upon us


Victims on the pavement
Folks who can change it all (gone)
Leaving new jacks with nooses to swing with
The Carter got a dog park, smoothies and sandals
Thanks to the pimps pushers hustlers and vandals
And heros they slander hit them with scandles
Or literally kill them let the world light candles they (gone)
And they ain't coming back black
Unless it's on a street sign shirt or a snapBack
Underfunded school headstone or a back tat
Located in a trap that snap when the rats snack is (gone)
And the beast is full
No brown on the streets where baristas rule
And Two fingers is the only hard peace to pull
Which is cool
For the tenants that's in it
But for hostages of the hard knocks commuted the sentence
To a brand new prison they can sit till the bars are all (gone)



They been killin' off the elders
Now the village full of hellions
Plus the people want rebellion
What do we tell them?
Children are resilient
But their Innocence is (gone)
What are we to teach them?
When all the grannies are beneath them
And families are divided
Sanity is declining
But I’ve been told the silver lining is (gone)
This is when fear talks ears off
Many corporations calculate what a tear cost
Morals break down like they biodegradable
Too keep the faith or give it up
It’s highly debatable
We've lost our mind
Crossed all lines
Are the lights that shine in the darkest times
We in the midst
I’m hoping this as bad as it gets
Before everyone’s gone

Track Name: Any Way The Wind Blows

Hit the clock hit the blinds hit the pine (ay!)
Nothing but the hits same shit different time (ay!)
Working out the kinks from the mind (ay!)
To the spine
Shower water calling fluoride on the other line
Phone jumping off the dresser
In a silent suicide
Saved by the pile of designers on the side
She answers
Her cousin with the body of a dancer
Say they gotta chance to be in a video
With lil young so and so
She swear he's about blow
He signed and we dimes
so cuzo we got to go
Grab hair clothes makeup
Garcia Vegas
And flock them other birds
they gon pay us like we vegas
From rental to the highway to rental mansion driveway
Greeted by a oily jeweled rapper looking shiny
Eye like he used to bully Ice Cube on Fridays
Gripping on her waist and grinning in her face and
She just want her paper cuz she feeling our of place
Couple propositions got her feeling for her mace
And her cousin brought her burner she ain't trying to catch a case
So they split
tires burn tend of the street
With a grand
Some of none for you and none for me
Sometimes you gotta duck instead flying of in a V
Fuck flying in a V


Hit the clock
Hit the blinds
Hit the vape
Bout to hit the sky
Get the 'juan (wand/marijuana)
Get the cape
Workin' out the kinks
But it's love over hate
Usually the shower callin' but today she got a date
With a claw-foot tub and a back-rub
Then her phone start singin'
As she bout to hit suds
Hits cancel
But calls back
To ignore the moment is a hate crime
She mainlines
'Twas her cousin'
talkin' 'bout some video
She jokes "don't be out there ackin' like some city ho!"
And mo' of her mama's quotes
Through the smoke
Cut through the weeds and overgrowth
A Rose
Said cuz -- you my blood right? (Right?)
You know that all that I say is love right? (Right)
You still wanna own a club right? (Right)
How ‘bout we talk about it under sunlight? (Right!)


Deep sigh, close the blinds hit the snooze
Nothing but the hits, same shit different tune
Glued to the gloom with a mind full of blues
Shower water running while she cries in her room
Phone jumping off the dresser in a silent suicide
Saved by the pile of reminders on the side
She doesn’t pick it up
She’s numb to the cuts & the wounds on her heart from a life in a rut
Texts come in from her cousin but that doesn’t interrupt
Dark thoughts on her mind intertwined with the crushed
Blue pills by the dozens
The only time she doesn’t feel disgusting
Is when she’s home alone & she buzzin
Clutching to a moment & atoning for somethin
She lays by the phone in a zone feelin nothin
She reaches back to change the wax
As Cannonball plays the sax
She fades to black
Track Name: Mr. Morganfield & Ms. Waters (A-Side)

Before rose reached full bloom Nourished in smoke filled rooms
Cherished in a juke joint
with a pocket size organ
Under full moon
Sea of black skin
Packed in still feeling free moving to
The blues
Mr Morganfield was in a brand new field where he could pick the rules
Cotton filled days
hardened fingers
chiseled out a stone voice singer
Father figure raising hell with her
In a sea of hooch and malt liquor
earnie burns gave her life pictures
memories for everybody's eye
Checkered roads round Mississippi
Making moves Turned to chess in the chii
Raised by a mannish boy
Watched him testify in hi-fi
Shaping ears all over in a time that he knew would soon pass by
Muddy waters fed the roots
Now everybody reap the fruits
Muddy waters fed them roots
Now everybody got some juice, so


Seen her work from nine to unconscious
Steady tryna figure it out
Critics and Holy Rollers they named it all nonsense
They didn’t want that shit in they house
Glass half full
Waters emptied out content
Could make a mic remember her name
Soul on the floor
Every night
This was promised
These melodies that put an end to the pain
Backed by a band of brothers
expanding colors
Try and imagine new land discovered
That's Nawlins
South Philly
That's B-More
Harlem in NYC
That's where they skit-skat
That melodic rap
Over the 7th and 11th
Can’t call that crap
Godmother showed up and she showed out
Till a rose filled up it’s pot
And broke out
Track Name: Jimi & Andre (B-Side)

Before trap gods trapped god in a cellophane
A string of psychedelics grew from a better plane
he came to her
She laid claim to him
They blamed the world for painting
change as sin
Nothing was protected
Love was eclectic
Sparking a land of ladies electric
he was playing fast and loose
While she played masseuse in effort to sooth a soul so reckless
limbs so restless
From fighting the struggle
Even a kings reign
Can be found in a puddle
With plenty her tears mixed in as the lights grew dim
With her whole universe tuned in
The Purple Haze left behind
As a long goodbye
To a clouds short life in the sky
Eventually rain down purple
On this tiny blue marble
As a soundtrack to when doves cry


I heard a lil black rose croonin’
Musta had a bit of prunin’
Mournin turned noon
And lil dew drops got her swoonin
Oh Lord
Found peace in a Bethlehem manger
Oh Lord
Fell fast as a feather in a vacuum chamber
Oh Lord
She from a mean street
Many envied all her green peace
Didn’t even want her in the game
Small change
From the cheap seats
Oh Lord
Watch her grow tho
Made of seasonings that we don’t know
A seedling with a gold glow
Reaching through the snow slow
As predators lurk in the corn rows
In a world that led her to thorn growth
Met a man better than his wardrobe
Body language speaking in hormone
Oh Lord
What to do now?
The past got her confused now
Paint over the blue
Pain is nothing new
This queen got a new crown
Oh Lord
Let’s kneel and pray
Allow me put some skin on these words that we say
Oh Lord
If you up above
I’m owed a seed I can sew into love
Track Name: Hustlers

All these hustlers
They’re in love with her
But love is just a word
So they’re just customers


You met her at a house party, bent
You grip a glass while she flicks the sticks
Fireball shots & the shit seem lit
But yo, she (Yoshi) knows if ya pipe game is 16-bit
She a true player in the literal sense
Got a flat twist & a cinnamon tint
Boomslang hips with a venomous spit
The type you can't get without a gentleman's wit
But, you bum rides while she glides in a BM
Called out at home tryna slide in her DMs
From am to pm she’s servin toys
Her Red Bottoms covered in the blood of fuckboys
On the soles of her primrose pumps
You'll find the soul of a two-pump chump
Who refused to kick rocks in some beat-up Chucks
So just let her put her feet up, cuz
She ain't playin witcha!


All these hustlers
They’re in love with her
But love is just a word
So they’re just customers


She switch hips and the vibe switch with her
Warms up the room like Sunday dinner
Mid winter
Tap water game won't wet her
Cuz she can hear the blues mo better
Even with ya shoe game together Gold links for miles
She kinda like black dynamite with winks and smiles
She prefer goals over gold
She can see the diamond in the coal
Which is worth tenfold
can't handle blunt don't roll
Find a smaller mind with a booty on swol
U can sweat her but Hollywoods cold
Clamor for the glamour till the glitter gets old
Or rubs off
Go from one in a million to one of many
So she can wish u well
Probably flip you a penny
Ain't trying mate for life at age twenty
But needs more than sex in the city

[Kno - Vamp]

Say ooh, who gon' love you right?
Say who, middle of the night
Ooh, found love at first sight
May not love for life but that’s cool

[Deacon - Vamp]

Say who, finds love at one sight
Say who, always loves you right?
Say who, middle of the night
They may not love for life but that's just cool
Track Name: Oh Honey f. Farah Elle
[Farah Elle]

Oh honey, oh honey
So sweet and so thick and so good on my tongue
Oh honey, so sweet
So thick and so good o my tongue


Life's sweet in a suite plenty bees to fly
Let the truth peel back and deceit recline
Everybody just tryna find peace of mind
Love riding shotgun with a piece of mine
In a lust disguise or just reverse the sides
It ain't the race or the size of the purse that drives
Maybe behind eyes where beautiful lies
When that bond becomes bondage with similar ties
Is this feeling affliction or addiction?
Is this even a feeling or a condition?
Can it be rolled or packed In bowl
Hidden in tracks or packed in ya nose
Pure fiction dip a tip in
get a taste and feel ya face so you know if it's real
bliss is an abyss u meet with a clinched fist
So tense u feel ya body is steel
A touch of a sugar rush
can catch any one of us
Bring you to climax and leave you with wanderlust
Feeling euphoria trapped in euphoria
But that's just her dance name
Her real name is nonofya
Last name beez-ness
Plus that was like way back
So far way back so that's Black history
If sobers the new sour it's bitter a few hours
But then the buzz comes flying back so swiftly
Come get me


Soundtrack Shaka Khan Tell Me Something Good
Cus she from a little town called I Wish a Muhafucka Woods
Back in the hood for the summer
Honey lemonade in the shade when the sun-up
Laid out by the pool where the fools try to run up
Trolling real thick fly-fishin for some cut up
Nails all done up, wig honeybun up
Som'n like a hazel Princess Leia with her gun up
Som'n like, somn like...


Somn like honey, make you forget about pain
And enjoy the rain
Somn like flesh
Pressed against your thang, make ya body scream
Somn like
You can just fill in that blank
Aint gotta dig deep in your memory bank
Honey aint about the could and can't
She for any and everybody in the rank
I'm...talking bout you
What dreams may come, come feel this cool
Ya need to unwind? Come, come get loose
In the middle of the crowd where they smile obtuse

[Farah Elle]

See how my radar's read, I've got inside your head
I'll know if you've been bad, I've seen how you handle it
Track Name: No Universe Without Harmony
[Intro - Deacon]

I mean, to put it simple and plain we're all vibration
All of us


You know that flicker in the eye
It’s rhythm from the sky
That light was born before
The world had thought of you or I
We made from that
Underneath the fascia and feeling
When the universe is speaking
Just to listen leads to healin’
Bow your heads
Let me say a prayer for the def
Sound is more than hearing
May you feel it to it’s depth
Music is divine
Let me climb inside yo mind
Mystic and consistent
Was encrypted before time
Dimensions humankind can’t visit
How is it we receiving these vibrations from beyond?
We can’t see it like light at morning dawn
It’s more like a magician waving wand
It shall remain after we dead and gone
And all the noise we made is just part of its lexicon.
This phenomenon it fuels the spirit
If you sit in perfect silence you can hear it


We suffer from separation
Postpartum Birthing a Nation
Seeking change like the weather
for the worse or for the better
Assumptions and accusations
Replace perspective and patience
Dropping slurs on your neighbor
Plenty bleeping four letters
Supremacists fight for order
Anarchists fight for chaos
Most the folks I know they out here fighting for a day job
Some just want watch on the sidelines
Murders in hi-def claiming they colorblind
Blocking out the hue that's uncomfortable to you ain't a condition
There's no corrective lenses for decisions
And if that cuts to deep there ain't no stitching that incision
Rigamortis in thinking keeps u stuck in one position
See the beauty in difference
Race color or creed
First step of growth is simply planting the seed
You hunger for peace it's something u gotta feed
You verse the universe
Go ahead and concede
Track Name: Earth To Venus (Tiny Orange Star)
[Hook - Deacon]

This is Earth to Venus from afar
I want you to stay right where you are
I came here to greet you but I'd rather come & meet you in the stars
Can we slow down? (Floating, floating)
I'd rather come and meet you in the stars


You can Wish upon her vision
Goddess of my ear
Right between the drums thumping everywhere I steer
Quick quiver in the rear mirror shaking
Thighs pure thunder, take cover in the basement
Without this woman's wonder every summer sound basic
Nothing on this tiny blue marble but some hatred
Everything weightless in space 'tween a kick and a snare
On the wings of a White Owl
Indica in the air
With her hear the green sweet symphony everywhere
Rosetta of forever we lucky enough to share
Blessing all sessions
Breaking down sections
In a world gone Planters that separated complexion
Engineers occupy booths to hear confessions
Add a little compression
Over some oppression
After mic check 1 2s
And testing testing
Her body that embodies progression
Black music

[Hook - Deacon]


Starry Night
Can I be your Van Gogh
Bet from where you stay planet earth is a bando
Tryna to get to you, baby, but can’t take a Land Rover
I need a starship
My little sankofa bird
I know that you know
That you been moving people since the birth of the crow
And all of mankind been on a search for yo glow
But this planet don’t give a damn about the worth of your soul
But I found consolation in yo constellation
The rhythm of your pulse is like a conversation
I love the attitude of your improvisation
How everything you do’s an artist installation
I'm past curious
Past sirius
So spiritual
So mysterious
I’ve entered orbit, baby, please hold tight
I’m tryna fall deep in your gold light
Black Music

[Hook - Deacon]

[Outro - Deacon]

This is Earth to Venus from afar
Right next to this tiny orange star
I came here to greet you but I'd rather come and meet you where you are

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