Lirik Lagu Freedom - Clipse
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[Pusha-T:]With every line written, And all I have givenMusic's been nothing more than a self made prisonI've taken inmate losses at the hands of this oneMy pen's been the poison to family and friendshipsNow is time to mend shit,Time to bring closure toThe clear conscience of Pusha is long over dueThinking to myself, what could I be owing you?They only tell you great when they reminiscing over youBefore I trouble T-Roy,It's just a D-BoyLet me play the role of a common on his B-BoySpeaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it isA heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom isAll apologies,I bear the cross I wear the blameWe in the same group but I don't share my brothers painNot to confuse,Our sentiment are all the sameI just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gainSame thing brought tears to innocenceI turned awayAnd didn't even flinch,YuuchThe music drove me crazyLooked up and lost the first bitch I ever wanted to have my babiesNowadaysShe can't even face meI'm sorry for the heartbreakI promised you forever my lady, Jodeci babyPompus muthafucka!Just look what them jewels made meI'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace meWhat a thing to say! But what am I to do?I'm role playing a conscious niggaAnd true is trueCocaine asideAll of the bloggers behooveMy critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off toI owe you all
[Malice:]This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the lineI touch the hem Gods work is so divineI see the error of my ways over timeNever to return, Malicous has been refinedLike wine with time, I get betterNapa Valley Vintage my flow is fermentedNow drink of me, as if I bought the barRun to these words, as if there's no tomorrowNever mind my car, careful what you wish forBehind that red curtain the devil and his pitch forkJealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for? "How was I to know I was happy being piss poorNo whore, that's not love, we was fuckingI was in search of a chicken head; you was cluckingAnd I was lustingWe were both out of orderI shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughterAm I my brothers keeper for himself every manI have been your reaper, there's blood on my handsExcept me as your keeper, there's been a change of plansBe careful of what you speak of, I've come to understandBitch
[Malice:]This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the lineI touch the hem Gods work is so divineI see the error of my ways over timeNever to return, Malicous has been refinedLike wine with time, I get betterNapa Valley Vintage my flow is fermentedNow drink of me, as if I bought the barRun to these words, as if there's no tomorrowNever mind my car, careful what you wish forBehind that red curtain the devil and his pitch forkJealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for? "How was I to know I was happy being piss poorNo whore, that's not love, we was fuckingI was in search of a chicken head; you was cluckingAnd I was lustingWe were both out of orderI shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughterAm I my brothers keeper for himself every manI have been your reaper, there's blood on my handsExcept me as your keeper, there's been a change of plansBe careful of what you speak of, I've come to understandBitch
