Liberation Lyrics - Aquemini - Outkast

And there's a, and there's a 

And there's a, and there's a, finnne. linnne 

Too late to pray that I'm on it. 

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh 

Y'all, uh-huh, y'all 

And 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 

Came way 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 anotha 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) 

How many times I, sit back and contemplate 

I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story. 

My relationship, with my folks is give and take 

And I done took so much, not givin my glory 

Now have a choice to be who you wants to be 

It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did) 

I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be 

It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me 

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No, nooo, noooooooo 

I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly 

Seven and forty days. heyyy 

Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe 

To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy 

Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired 

My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn 

All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee. 

We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone 

Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone) 

I don't wanna be alone. yeahhhheeeeee 

If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way 

Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I. 

There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe 

that you die. but I can feel it in the wind 

The beginning or the end 

But people keep your head to the skyyyyy 

Photos 

Shake that load off, shake that load off 

Folk in your face, you're a superstar 

Niggaz 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 of records and you roll a benz 

Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends 

All you wanna do is give the world your heart 

Record label tried to make you compromise your art 

You make a million dollars, make a million mo' 

First class broad treat you like a nigga po' 

You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask 

as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast 

Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame 

Spending your life trying to numb the pain 

You shake that load off and sing your 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 toain, from the host of cocaine 

From them whores, from the flame 

From a post in the game 

Makes it hard to maintain focus 

They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries 

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 just dry 

But the roots are strong, so some survive 

So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries 

You got more juice than Zeus 

Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten 

Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti 

But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded 

Melanin silicon and collagen injected 

Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started 

We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy 

It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it 

unless you lookin at the canvas of life 

and not through the peephole of mortality 

Single minded mentality 

Gettin over on loopholes 

Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities 

Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel 

Pack the steel 

Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe 

I don't we in Kansas no mo' though 

Midwest or Dirty South 

Clean dressed or dirty mouth 

Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers 

You a scared demon 

Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen 

And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble 

Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs 

Though the man on your head say the story 

As you downplay your glory 

Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen 

Just by rappin. 

LIBERTAD.