Liberate

Time ticks by 6, 7, 8
Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta your faith
I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage
That's Liberate
Time ticks by 6, 7, 8
Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta change your faith
I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage
That's Liberate
How you my family when your sista and ya mamy ugly?
Music had a grip on me like your own momma hugged it
I drown in thought would I evolve off understanding that
I fly alone and my emotions brought the planet back
Not most can manage that, big screen to MIRAMAX
I was just a young nigga, had my soul tinted black
Just a young nigga watching old niggas peddle crack
Harsh to my emotions, I escaped from hood habitat
My fortune fewer, I been balling with no arm sleeves
So flee, Jordan break em in, like car thieves
Make ya own bidness is truly a bizarre dream
Especially, when your school aint got no basketball team
Champ in here like Hakeem, the blockwork is stock greens
Hustled when I wanna, never fumbled with the hijinx
I escaped a lot, name a projects with a fireplace
Thought there was a drought of good niggas bout they found Mat
Rumbled with some niggas, not old enough to buy drinks
Influenced by them drug dealers with them fly minks
If you see, shorty, I can guarantee its my tings
Dead this conversation, you a rapper but ya rhyme stinks
Don't forget to shine your trophies, cause we all got em
Want to start, with the top row? Or the ones that's at the bottom?
I got so many new ones, I think that I forgot some
If you do it on our own, means you already got one
Time ticks by 6, 7, 8
Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta your faith
I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage
That's Liberate
Time ticks by 6, 7, 8
Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta change your faith
I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage
That's Liberate