Freedom (Explicit Album Version)

Freedom (Clean) - Clipse

Written by：Terrence Thornton/Endle St Cloud/David Potter/Gene Thornton Jr

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 sh*t

Time to bring closure to

The clear conscience of pasha 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 chug

The music drove me crazy

Looked up and lost the first b**ch 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 juicy baby

Pompanos motherf**ker

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 niggle

And true is true c**e 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 f**king

I was in search of a chicken head you was clucking

And I was lusting we were both out of order

I should 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 sh*t

This sh*t you call music

We call this sh*t life

We gave you proof

They ain't give you sh*t

We gave you truth

Do I entertain you motherf**ker

Well dance then b**ch

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