[Chorus]

Speak, speak of freedom

Sing of amber, all ways of grain

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

With every line written, and all I have given

Music's been nothing more than a self-made prison

I've taken inmate losses at the hands of this one

My pen’s been 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 could I be owing you?

They only tell you you great when they're 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, our sentiments are all the same

I just don’t feel nothing, I'm numbed by the will to gain

Same thing brought tears to innocents

I turned away and didn't even flinch, yuugh!

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 finding comfort in knowing you can’t replace me

What a thing to say, but what am I to do?

I'm roleplaying a conscious nigga and true is true

Cocaine aside, all of the bloggers behooved

My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to

I own you all

[Chorus]

Speak, speak of freedom

Sing of amber, all ways of grain

[Verse 2: No Malice]

This is where the buck stop, here's where I draw the line

I touch the hem, God's work is so divine

I've seen the error of my ways over time

Never to return, Malicious has been refined

Like wine, with time I get better

Napa Valley vintage, my flow is fermented

Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar

Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow

Never mind my car, careful what you wish for

Behind every curtain the devil and his pitchfork

Jealousy, I ask thee, "What is this for?"

How was I to know I was happy being piss-poor?

No, whore, that's not love, we was fucking

I was in search of a chickenhead, you was clucking

And I was lusting, we were both out of order

I should've known better as I'm reminded of my daughter

Am I my brother's keeper or for himself every man?

I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands

Accept me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans

Careful what you speak of, I've come to understand, preach

[Outro: Pusha T]

What else you want from us, huh?!

What more can you ask? We've given you everything

We lost life, we lost love

We lost family behind this shit

This shit you call music, we call this shit life

We gave you proof, they ain't give you shit!

We gave you truth, do I entertain you motherfucker?!

Well dance then bitch!

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til The Casket Drop

'Til the Lord say stop