Freedom

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