text: Theres a— theres a— theres a— theres a fine line
  Its too late to pray that Im on it, yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Theres a fine line between love and hate, you see
  Came way too late but, baby, Im on it
  Theres a fine line between love and hate, you see
  Came way too late but, baby, Im on it
  Cant worry bout what a nigga think, now see
  Thats liberation and, baby, I want it
  Cant worry bout what another nigga think
  Now thats 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?
  Im fresh off the dank but Im 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
  Its left up-a to me and my momma nem told me 
  I say, to have a choice to be who you wants to be
  Its left up-a to me and my momma nem told me
  No, no, no 
  Im so tired, its been so long struggling hopelessly
  Seven and forty days 
  Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
  To make you believe Id give my life away
  Oh, Lord, Im so tired, Im so tired 
  My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own 
  All on my own 
  We alive but we aint livin, thats why Im givin until its gone
  Cause I dont wanna be alone 
  I dont wanna be alone 
  If theres anything I can say to help you find your way
  Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I
  Theres not a minute that goes by that I dont 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, youre 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 youre scared to ask
  As your world starts spinning and its 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
  Theyre from the Glock rounds, and lockdowns, and burials
  The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
  Cause its a hard row to ho
  If your ass dont move, and the rain dont fall
  And the ground just dry
  But the roots are strong, so some survive
  So youre surprised, now Im 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 dont wanna get it started
  We be the lionhearted, without infanticide
  Its like that red sprite, you cant 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 dont 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
  Shouldnt 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