Liberation
Outkast feat. Cee Lo Green Lyrics
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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
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 [Repeat: x16]
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
The song "Liberation" by OutKast featuring Cee-Lo is a reflection on the fine line between love and hate, the struggle for liberation, and the price of fame. The opening lines "And there's a fine line, / Too late to pray that I'm on it" suggest that the singer is aware of the delicate balance between love and hate, and hopes that they are on the right side of it. The chorus emphasizes this idea that "there's a fine line between love and hate," and that it's important not to worry about what other people think in order to achieve liberation.
The next verse reflects on the singer's relationship with their family, and how they've had to take and give in equal measure. The line "To have a choice to be who you wants to be / It's left up to me" emphasizes the idea that true liberation comes from having the freedom to be oneself. The bridge of the song expresses the deep exhaustion and sacrifice that come with fighting for freedom.
The final verse emphasizes the price of fame, and how it can be a double-edged sword. The singer reflects on the pressure to compromise artistic integrity in order to make money, and the struggles that come with trying to stay true to oneself. The line "Liberate the minds, then you go on home" suggests that true liberation comes not from fame or material success, but from inspiring and uplifting others.
Line by Line Meaning
And there's a, and there's a
There exists, there exists
And there's a, and there's a fine, line
And there exists a delicate boundary
Too late to pray that I'm on it
Regretting that I am now involved in it
Ya yeah yeah
Yes, indeed
Y'all, uh huh, y'all
All of you, yes, indeed, all of you
There's a fine line between love and hate you see
There is a fragile distinction between affection and hostility, as you can perceive
Came way too late but baby I'm on it
It may be tardy, but I am determined to handle it
Can't wait too late but baby I'm on it
I cannot delay any longer, but I am determined to handle it
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
I cannot be concerned with someone else's opinions, you understand
That's Liberation and baby I want it
That is true freedom, and I desire it
Many times I sit back and contemplate
Frequently, I reflect and ponder
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm telling my story
Although I am influenced by drugs, I am sharing my personal narrative
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
The connection I have with my people involves reciprocity
And I done took so much, now gimme my glory
I have endured numerous hardships, so now I deserve recognition
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
Having the freedom to become the person one desires to be
It's left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me (yes she did)
The decision is mine, and my mother and others advised me
No, no, no
Absolutely not
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
I am exhausted and have been enduring a lengthy, hopeless struggle
Seven and forty days, hey
Forty-seven days, hey
Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
I am willing to give up my every breath
To make you believe, I'd give my life away
In order to convince you, I would relinquish my life
Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
Oh lord, I am extremely exhausted
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own
My feet feel as if I have traveled most of the journey alone
All on my own, we
Completely on my own, we are
We alive but we ain't living, that's why I'm giving until it's gone
We are alive, but we are not truly experiencing life, which is why I am giving all I have until it is depleted
Cause I don't want to be alone (I don't want to be alone)
Because I do not wish to be lonely
I don't want to be alone, yeah
I do not want to be alone, yes
Is there anything I can say to help you find your way
Is there anything I can express to assist you in discovering your path
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
To touch your soul, to make you complete, in the same way as you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
Not a single moment passes that I do not have faith
We can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
That we can soar.. but I can sense it in the air
The beginning or the end
The commencement or the conclusion
So people keep your head to the sky
Therefore, individuals should remain optimistic
Shake that load off, shake that load off [Repeat: x16]
Eliminate that burden, eliminate that burden
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
People are in your face because you are a celebrity
Niggas hang around cause of who you are
Individuals linger because of your identity
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
You receive plenty of adoration because of your possessions
Say they happy for you but they really not
They claim to be happy for you, but they truly are not
Sell a lot a' records and you roll a Benz
Sell many records and you drive a Mercedes-Benz
Fall up in the spot now you losing friends
Arrive at the venue and now you are losing friends
All ya want to do is give the world ya heart
All you want to do is offer your heart to the world
Record label trying to make you compromise ya art
The record label is attempting to make you compromise your artistic integrity
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
You earn a million dollars, then make another million
First class broads treat ya like a nigga po
First class women treat you like a pauper
You want to say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
You wish to protest, but you are afraid to inquire
Ya world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Your world begins to revolve rapidly
Ya try to stay sane that's the price of fame
You attempt to remain mentally stable, and that is the cost of being famous
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
Devoting your life to numbing the pain
Ya shake that load off and sing ya song
You release that burden and sing your song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home...
Freeing the minds of others, then you return home...
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
I must confess, they indoctrinated numerous ideas
In the brains and the veins of my strain
Within the minds and bloodlines of my lineage
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
It becomes difficult to resist the allure of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From those prostitutes, from the allure
From a post in the game
From a position in this lifestyle
Makes it hard to maintain focus
Causes difficulties in sustaining concentration
Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials
And then there are the gunshots, imprisonments, and funerals
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
The individuals who plant seeds are consumed by their own troubles
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
Because it is a difficult path to traverse
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
If you do not take action, and the blessings do not come
And the ground is dry
And the earth is parched
But the roots are strong, so some survive
But the roots are resilient, so a few endure
To your surprise, no one voiced their cries
To your surprise, no one expressed their sorrows
You got more juice than Zeus
You possess more power than Zeus
Slanging lightning trying to frighten
Commanding thunderbolts and attempting to instill fear
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
Inhabitants of the plains, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
But become decapitated when you falsely provoke fear
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Melanin, silicone, and collagen artificially enhanced
Dissecting my pride, fool I don't want to get it started
Dissecting my dignity, fool, I do not wish to initiate conflict
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
We are the brave, without illusions
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
It is akin to lightning, you cannot fathom it
Unless you looking at the canvas of life
Unless you are observing the entirety of life
And not through the peephole of mortality
And not through the limited perspective of human existence
Single minded mentality
Narrow-minded outlook
Getting over on loopholes
Taking advantage of legal technicalities
Getting paid two-fold on technicalities
Earning twice the amount through legal loopholes
Clicking your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Tapping your heels together, hesitant to express your emotions
Pack the steel
Carry a firearm
Picking cotton from the killing fields with no Toto
Engaging in laborious tasks with no assistance
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
I do not believe we are in Kansas anymore
Midwest or Dirty South
Either the American Midwest or the Southern United States
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Well-dressed or foul-mouthed
Whether robbing preachers or killing Poor Righteous Teachers
Whether stealing from religious leaders or murdering those who strive for righteousness
You a scared demon
You are a fearful demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
You should not be permitted to procreate
And your cowardly lies never defying the jackals of babble
And your cowardly lies never challenging the senseless chatter
Running with they pack, tail between your legs
Running with their group, showing submissive behavior
Though the man on your head say the story
Although the authority figure in your life narrates the tale
As you downplay your glory
While you diminish your greatness
Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen
Chuckling, aiding in the oppression of your own people
Just by rapping
Simply by rapping
Liberator
One who frees and empowers
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: THOMAS DECARLO CALLAWAY, ERICA WRIGHT, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, RUBEN LEMONT BAILEY, MYRNA CRENSHAW, JOI GILLIAM
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