[Chorus]
Speak, speak of freedom
Sing of amber, all ways of grain
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
With every line written, and all I have given
Music’s been nothing more than a self-made prison
I’ve taken inmate losses at the hands of this one
My pen’s been the poison to family and friendships
Now it’s time to mend shit, time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue
Thinking to myself, what could I be owing you?
They only tell you you great when they're 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 lightened, 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 brother’s pain
Not to confuse, our sentiments are all the same
I just don’t feel nothing, I’m numbed by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocents
I turned away and didn’t even flinch, yuugh!
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch I 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
Pompous motherfucker, 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 of the bloggers behooved
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I own you all
Speak, speak of freedom
Sing of amber, all ways of grain
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
With every line written, and all I have given
Music’s been nothing more than a self-made prison
I’ve taken inmate losses at the hands of this one
My pen’s been the poison to family and friendships
Now it’s time to mend shit, time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue
Thinking to myself, what could I be owing you?
They only tell you you great when they're 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 lightened, 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 brother’s pain
Not to confuse, our sentiments are all the same
I just don’t feel nothing, I’m numbed by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocents
I turned away and didn’t even flinch, yuugh!
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch I 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
Pompous motherfucker, 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 of the bloggers behooved
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I own you all
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