Freedom

[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 is time to mend shit,

Time to bring closure to

The clear conscience of Pusha 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 sentiment 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,

Yuuch

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

Pompus muthafucka!

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 behoove

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

I owe you all

[Malice:]

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

I touch the hem Gods work is so divine

I see the error of my ways over time

Never to return, Malicous has 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 that red curtain 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 fucking

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 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

Be careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand

Bitch