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And there's a, and there's a And there's a, and there's a fine, line Too late to pray that I'm on it Ya yeah yeah Y'all, uh huh, y'all There's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late but baby I'm on it, And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Can't wait too late but baby I'm on it. Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see That's Liberation and baby I want it, Can't worry bout, what another nigga think Now that's Liberation and baby I want it (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those) Many times I sit back and contemplate I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm telling my story, My relationship, with my folks is give and take And I done took so much, now gimme my glory To have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me (yes she did) I say to have a choice to be who you wants to be Is left up to me, and my momma nem told me No, no, no I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly Seven and forty days, hey Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe, I'd give my life away Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own All on my own, we, We alive but we ain't living, that's why I'm giving until it's gone Cause I don't want to be alone (I don't want to be alone) I don't want to be alone, yeah Is there anything I can say to help you find your way Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe We can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind The beginning or the end So people keep your head to the sky Shake that load off, shake that load off [Repeat: x16] Folk in your face, you're a superstar Niggas hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot a' records and you roll a Benz Fall up in the spot now you losing friends All ya want to do is give the world ya heart Record label trying to make you compromise ya art You make a million dollars, make a million mo' First class broads treat ya like a nigga po You want to say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask Ya world starts spinning and it's moving fast Ya try to stay sane that's the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain Ya shake that load off and sing ya song Liberate the minds, then you go on home... I must admit, they planted a lot of things In the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause it's a hard row to hoe If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall And the ground is dry But the roots are strong, so some survive To your surprise, no one voived their cries You got more juice than Zeus Slanging lightning trying to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissecting my pride, fool I don't want to get it started We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it Unless you looking at the canvas of life And not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Getting over on loopholes Getting paid two-fold on technicalities Clicking your heels, scared to bust how you feel Pack the steel Picking cotton from the killing fields with no Toto I don't we in Kansas no mo' though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbing preachers or killing Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen And your cowardly lies never defying the jackals of babble Running with they pack, tail between your legs Though the man on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen Just by rapping Liberator
Written by: THOMAS DECARLO CALLAWAY, ERICA WRIGHT, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, RUBEN LEMONT BAILEY, MYRNA CRENSHAW, JOI GILLIAM
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