Lyrics Liberation - OutKast , CeeLo Green
And
there's
a,
and
there's
a
And
there's
a,
and
there's
a
fine,
line
Too
late
to
pray
that
I'm
on
it
Ya
yeah
yeah
Y'all,
uh
huh,
y'all
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
Can't
wait
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
(Let
me
hear
it,
let
me
hear
it,
let
me
hear
those,
let
me
hear
those)
Many
times
I
sit
back
and
contemplate
I'm
fresh
off
the
dank,
but
I'm
telling
my
story,
My
relationship,
with
my
folks
is
give
and
take
And
I
done
took
so
much,
now
gimme
my
glory
To
have
a
choice
to
be
who
you
wants
to
be
It's
left
up
to
me,
and
my
momma
and
'em
told
me
(yes
she
did)
I
say
to
have
a
choice
to
be
who
you
wants
to
be
Is
left
up
to
me,
and
my
momma
nem
told
me
No,
no,
no
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
My
feet
feel
like
I
walked
most
of
the
road
on
my
own
All
on
my
own,
we,
We
alive
but
we
ain't
living,
that's
why
I'm
giving
until
it's
gone
Cause
I
don't
want
to
be
alone
(I
don't
want
to
be
alone)
I
don't
want
to
be
alone,
yeah
Is
there
anything
I
can
say
to
help
you
find
your
way
Touch
ya
soul,
make
ya
whole,
the
same
for
you
and
I
There's
not
a
minute
that
goes
by
that
I
don't
believe
We
can
fly.
but
I
can
feel
it
in
the
wind
The
beginning
or
the
end
So
people
keep
your
head
to
the
sky
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
a'
records
and
you
roll
a
Benz
Fall
up
in
the
spot
now
you
losing
friends
All
ya
want
to
do
is
give
the
world
ya
heart
Record
label
trying
to
make
you
compromise
ya
art
You
make
a
million
dollars,
make
a
million
mo'
First
class
broads
treat
ya
like
a
nigga
po
You
want
to
say
"Wait!"
but
you're
scared
to
ask
Ya
world
starts
spinning
and
it's
moving
fast
Ya
try
to
stay
sane
that's
the
price
of
fame
Spending
your
life
trying
to
numb
the
pain
Ya
shake
that
load
off
and
sing
ya
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
Then
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
hoe
If
your
ass
don't
move,
and
the
rain
don't
fall
And
the
ground
is
dry
But
the
roots
are
strong,
so
some
survive
To
your
surprise,
no
one
voived
their
cries
You
got
more
juice
than
Zeus
Slanging
lightning
trying
to
frighten
Plains
dwellers,
of
the
Serengeti
But
get
beheaded
when
you
falsely
dreaded
Melanin
silicon
and
collagen
injected
Dissecting
my
pride,
fool
I
don't
want
to
get
it
started
We
be
the
lionhearted,
without
a
fantasy
It's
like
that
red
sprite,
you
can't
imagine
it
Unless
you
looking
at
the
canvas
of
life
And
not
through
the
peephole
of
mortality
Single
minded
mentality
Getting
over
on
loopholes
Getting
paid
two-fold
on
technicalities
Clicking
your
heels,
scared
to
bust
how
you
feel
Pack
the
steel
Picking
cotton
from
the
killing
fields
with
no
Toto
I
don't
we
in
Kansas
no
mo'
though
Midwest
or
Dirty
South
Clean
dressed
or
dirty
mouth
Whether
robbing
preachers
or
killing
Poor
Righteous
Teachers
You
a
scared
demon
Shouldn't
be
allowed
to
spread
semen
And
your
cowardly
lies
never
defying
the
jackals
of
babble
Running
with
they
pack,
tail
between
your
legs
Though
the
man
on
your
head
say
the
story
As
you
downplay
your
glory
Cackling,
helping
the
shackling
of
your
brethren
happen
Just
by
rapping
Liberator
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