Pusha-T;
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With every line written, And all I have given
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Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
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I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
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My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
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Now is time to mend shit,
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Time to bring closure to
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The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
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Thinking to myself, what can I be owing you?
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They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
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Before I trouble t-boy,
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It's just a D-boy
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Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
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Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
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A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
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All apologies,
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I bear the cross I wear the blame
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We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
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Not to confuse,
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Our sentiment are all the same
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I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
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Same thing brought tears to innocence
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I turned away
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And didn't even flinch,
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Yuuch
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The music drove me crazy
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Looked up and lost the first bitch ever wanted to have my babies
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Nowadays
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She can't even face me
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I'm sorry for the heartbreak
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I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
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Pompus muthafucka!
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Just look what them jewels made me
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I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
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What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
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I'm role playing a conscious nigga
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And true is true
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Cocaine aside
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All of the blogger behoove
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My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
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I owe you all
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Malice:
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This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
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I touch the hem Gods work is so divine
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I see the error of my ways over time
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Never to return, Malicous has been refined
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Like vine with time, I get better
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Not for valley vintage, my flow is fermented
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Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar
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Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow
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Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
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Behind the curtains, the devil and his pitch fork
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Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for?"
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How was I to know I was happy being piss poor
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No whore, that's not love, we was fucking
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I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking
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And I was lusting
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We were both out of order
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I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
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Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man
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I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
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Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans
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Be careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand bitch
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Freedom
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The Clipse |