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