Freedom

Album: Til The Casket Drops (2009)
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  • Please speak of freedom
    Sing of amber, waves of grain

    With every line written,
    And all I have given
    Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
    I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
    My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
    Now is time to mend shit,
    Time to bring closure to
    The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
    Thinking to myself, what could I be owing you?
    They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
    Before I trouble t-roy, it's just a D-boy
    Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
    Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
    A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
    All apologies, I bear the cross I wear the blame
    We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
    Not to confuse, our sentiments are all the same
    I just don't feel nothing I'm numb by the will to gain
    Same thing brought tears to innocence
    I turned away and didn't even flinch, yugch!
    The music drove me crazy
    Looked up and lost the first bitch ever wanted to have my babies
    Nowadays she can't even face me
    I'm sorry for the heartbreak
    I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
    Pompus muthafucka'!
    Just look what them jewels made me
    I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
    What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
    I'm role playing a conscious nigga
    And true is true cocaine aside
    All the blogger behoove
    My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
    I own you all

    Please speak of freedom
    Sing of amber, waves of grain

    This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
    I touch the hem Gods work is so divine
    I seen the error of my ways over time
    Never to return, Malicious has been refined
    Like vine with time, I get better
    Nappa Valley vintage, my flow is fermented
    Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar
    Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow
    Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
    Behind every curtains, the devil and his pitch fork
    Jealousy, I ask thee, "What is this for?"
    How was I to know I was happy being piss poor
    No whore, that's not love, we was fucking
    I was in search of a chicken head, you was cluckin'
    And I was lustin', we were both out of order
    I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
    Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man
    I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
    Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans
    Careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand, preach

    What else you want from us huh?
    What more can you ask?
    We've given you everything
    We lost life
    We lost love
    We lost family behind this shit
    This shit you call music
    We call this shit life
    We gave you proof
    They ain't give you shit
    We gave you truth
    Do I entertain you mothafucka!?
    Well dance then bitch!

    Til the casket drop
    Til the casket drop
    Til the casket drop
    Til the casket drop
    Til the casket drop
    Til the casket drop
    Til the casket drop
    Til the lord say stop Writer/s: David Potter, Endle St Cloud, Gene Thornton Jr., Terrence Thornton
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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