Liberation (with Cee-Lo)

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 and 'em told me

No, no, no (ahh)

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 (no, no, no)

Is there anything I can say to help you find your way (find a way)

Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)

There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)

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

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

Shake that load off, shake that load off

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 wanna say, "Wait!" but you're scared to ask (Hol' up, wait a minute)

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 voiced 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 voice 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