Freedom - Clipse

Speak, 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 losses at the hands of this one

My pen’s been the poison to family and friendships

Now is time to mend ***, time to bring closure to

The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue

Thinking to myself what can I be owing you

They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you

Before I trouble T-boy, 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 brother’s 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, yeah

The music drove me crazy looked up and lost the first ***

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

Pompus ***, 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 *** and true is true

Cocaine aside all of the bloggers behoove

My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to

I own you all

Speak of freedom

Sing of amber, waves of grain

This is where the buck stop, here’s where I draw the line

I touched the hem, God’s work is so divine

I seen the error of my ways over time

Never to return, Malicious had been refined

Like wine, with time I get better

Napa 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 curtain the devil and his pitchfork

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 ***

I was in search of a chicken-head, you was clucking

And I was lusting, we were both out of order

I shoulda known better as I’m reminded of my daughter

'Am I My Brother’s Keeper' or 'For Himself Every Man'?

I have been your reaper, there’s blood on my hands

Accept me as your keeper, there’s been a change of plans

Careful what you speak of, I’ve come to understand, peace

What else do you want from us, huh?

What more can you ask

(Speak, speak of freedom)

We’ll give you everything, we lost life, we lost love

(Sing of amber, waves of grain)

We lost family behind this ***

This *** you call music, we call this *** life

We gave you proof, they give you ***, we gave you truth

Do I entertain you, ***?

Well, dance then ***

'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