With every line written, and all I have given
Music’s been nothing more than a self-made prison
I’ve taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
My pen’s the poison to family and friendships
Now it’s time to mend shit
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue
Thinking to myself what I can be owing you?
They only tell you you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I Trouble T-Roy, it’s just a d-boy
Let me play the role of a Common on his b-boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme, no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lightened, that’s just what my ransom is
All apologies, I bear the cross, I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don’t share my brother’s pain
Not to confuse, I was sentimental all the same
I just don’t feel nothin’, I’m numb by the will to gain.
Same thing brought tears to innocents,
I turned away and didn’t even flinch, eghck!
The music drove me crazy,
looked up and lost the first bitch I ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays she can’t even face me
I’m sorry for the heartbreak, I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompous motherfucker just look what them jewels made me
I’m only findin’ comfort in knowing you can’t replace me
What a thing to say, but what am I to do
I’m role-playing a conscious nigga and true is true
Cocaine aside, all the bloggers behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerkoff to. —
Music’s been nothing more than a self-made prison
I’ve taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
My pen’s the poison to family and friendships
Now it’s time to mend shit
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue
Thinking to myself what I can be owing you?
They only tell you you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I Trouble T-Roy, it’s just a d-boy
Let me play the role of a Common on his b-boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme, no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lightened, that’s just what my ransom is
All apologies, I bear the cross, I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don’t share my brother’s pain
Not to confuse, I was sentimental all the same
I just don’t feel nothin’, I’m numb by the will to gain.
Same thing brought tears to innocents,
I turned away and didn’t even flinch, eghck!
The music drove me crazy,
looked up and lost the first bitch I ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays she can’t even face me
I’m sorry for the heartbreak, I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompous motherfucker just look what them jewels made me
I’m only findin’ comfort in knowing you can’t replace me
What a thing to say, but what am I to do
I’m role-playing a conscious nigga and true is true
Cocaine aside, all the bloggers behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerkoff to. —
Notable Quotable - Pusha T On Speak Of Freedom | The Smoking Section
“Role-playing a conscious nigga” That’s killer.
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