OutKast, Big Rube, Erykah Badu, CeeLo Green - Liberation lyrics

There's a there's a there's a
There's a fine line
It's too late to pray that
I'm on it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo, yo, uh huh)
There's a fine line between love and hate
You see
Came way too late but, baby, I'm on it
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 another nigga think
Now that's liberation and, baby, I want it

Lemme hear it, lemme hear it, lemme though
Lemme hear it
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, now give me my glory
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left up-a to me and
My momma n'em told me (Yes, she did) i say
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left up-a to me and
My momma n'em told me

No, no, no (Ah) i'm so tired
It's been so long struggling hopelessly
Seven and forty days (Hey)
Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
To make you believe I'd give my life away
Oh, Lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired (Tired)
My feet feel like I walked most
Of the road on my own (Own)
All on my own (yeah)
We alive but 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 (yeah, No, no, no)
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 we could fly
But I can feel it in the wind
Beginning or the end
But people, keep your head to the sky

Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Shake that load off, shake that load off

Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggas 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 losing 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 to refrain
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 burials the seeds that sow
Get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to ho
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 infanticide
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 voice how you feel packing steel
Pickin cotton from the killing
Fields with no toe, though
I don't think 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 you cowardly lions never defyin
The jackals of Babel
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the mane on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of
Your brethren happening just by rappin'
Libertad