Download & Stream Sa-Roc's new EP “MetaMorpheus” NOW!: http://rse.lnk.to/MetamorpheusnnSa-Roc and Rhymesayers Entertainment present, "Me...
Download & Stream Sa-Roc's new EP “MetaMorpheus” NOW!: http://rse.lnk.to/MetamorpheusnnSa-Roc and Rhymesayers Entertainment present, "MetaMorpheus" a brand new video from her MetaMorpheus EP, which is available via digital download and streaming for the first time NOW!: http://rse.lnk.to/MetamorpheusnnThe sharp visual features a young Sa-Roc taking you on a journey through her upbringing in southeast Washington, DC where life wasn’t always pretty. The unapologetically gifted MC paints a poetic picture of the cream fighting to rise to the top. nnAlso available digitally for the first time are all of the Wisdom Wednesday singles, cop all of them via iTunes TODAY!nnnDirected By Tommy NovanWritten by Sol MessiahnCast:n-Oceana (Young Sa-Roc)n-678 Nipn-BLK Tellyn-BLK Luffyn-Taj AnwarnnSong Credits: nWritten by Sa-RocnProduced by Sol Messiahn nLYRICS:nIt don't seem real that I've been away for ten years.nThe scene feel familiar from Benning road to Ben Hill.nLandscape full of crabs, snakes in the grass, you don't watch em, they might off u with a blade from the killing fields.nHomie, I'm a sharecroppers daughter and I still owe, niggas here was worth their weight in gold, Patna-Steel Pulse.nNow we on the sidelines tryna to find an ally and an affinity for Allah will turn u into a scapegoat.nAnd every since Jansports and Sambas I been on the run. Place got me sleep with one eye open wide, insomnia.nThought I paid my dues watching my muses burning rocks, but obviously I am still mired to a debt that I can't wander from.nThat's Choc city. Buck fifty for the glocks-any stock.nWhere Hustlas sell Dasani to Atlantic Ocean-penny stock.nLuster starts to fade when the fresh coats every winter stop.nI learned all that I needed tween these educated city blocks.nnChorus:nWhat you don't know is we are-more than the city.nWe've been so close yet so far-ain't that a pitynTrading freedom for just enough-land of the plentynNo one's gon change it but us.nnBars like vocal analyses, Probing deep in your maladies, how the freak can you challenge me.nI'm the people's champ, Ali.nSee this is liquid I'm leaking into your psyche enticing those seeds to flowers, by sonnet peep the analogy. nMaybe it was providence polishing this crystal from gravel.nCuz high society shun u after existence in Babel.nNo one seems to understand us, words are too twisted in fragments.nCrumbling and decomposing on the lips of the tragic.nDespite it all the writers with a voice one dimensional.nTheir One liners fraught with cliches non-original.nImma slice and spiralize these charades,son-elliptical.nNaked truth in the midst of masquerades is so critical.nDaddy's in the bottom of the bottle cuz he think I'm lost.nKeep verses bright with modicums of shade to get my point across.nThis is just but one of many pages in the catacombs.nThe makings of a Pharoah from favelas that's ironic, huh?nnChorus:nWhat you don't know is we are-more than the city.nWe've been so close yet so far-ain't that a pitynTrading freedom for just enough-land of the plentynNo one's gon change it but usnnnConnect with Sa-Roc:nrhymesayers.com/sarocnwww.sarocthemc.comnfacebook.com/sarocthemcntwitter.com/sarocthemcninstagram.com/sarocthemc Less
