Vindicated Songtext
von ClipReel

Finally set free
Now I see it they wanted to keep me
Noooo

Finally set free
Now I see it they wanted to keep me
We should of known

Parts of me can′t breath
Now they stepping on gills we flapping
Noooo

Throw me back please
Now I need to see my family
We should of known

Vindicated
And they debating on who the greatest

Justice included in every single conversation
The wicked is bitter and scorners always feeling hasty


Arrogance is better off left raw
So the mouth don't open
Unless the food is cooked
And your sushi is better off just left on the hook

A fisher of men
A fisherman
What type of fish you reeling in

Are they poison
Or corroded
They folding up under pressure

Your bass give it a pass to the kingdom
The children′s bread
Healing and feeling
Joyful
Oysters
Slipped up

Just don't stay in that phase

You know the backslide
Have you sliding down the wrong slide
To many turns

Don't miss the turn
Drive around the block and get deferred


Don′t miss your turn
Drive around the block and hit the turn
Just missed the curb

No scratches on the rim
My hand is on the steering wheel
My seat is back
My back is up
My eyes are front
My speed is right

I need a bite
To eat

But in my imagination
I see defeat
In my cousin eyes
My mother sister eyes
A mystery that is confined

I gotta see him

Before he make the wrong move
Before they call the cops too
You know they get scared too
A black man
With his hands
Filled with ammo
Ready to shoot
Ready for war
Ruthless

And toting every single piece of revenge within his heart
Within his thoughts
He planning out
To do his deal
To get them back
No time to chill
Just grabbed his gat
No looking back
We get the call
It′s 3 AM
We hit the ground
Which house is next

We should of known
I gotta see him
Before he make the wrong move
But I was only like 12 years old

No permit
No permission
To pursue
Or persuade
To tell him to to turn the page
Or change the pace

My words would have had no influence
Or would they

My words are just building up
Like wood play

I remember when I hit him up like come play
Some madden on the PS2

Beat generator spinning on the PS1
Beats generating and my brother just made one
Beats generating and my cousin feel that one

An upgrade to the Motif
The keys are sweet
The more sounds they sound sweet to the ear

They humming like hummingbirds
The harmony pushes out all the drama

The harmony stops and here's the drama
The harmony pops but I was bored
Didn′t want to have anything to do with a beat
With a C Note
A B Note
A Cleft note

I write this note in regards to a part of me that wants to know
Who would of known that I would fall in love with writing songs
A little boy who could barely even tie his shoe

It all started when they joked me on the cruise ship
My socks dirty man you know I'm bout to get cooked

Inspiration from the big cuz
And big bro

Inspiration from the True God
We should of known
Best regards

(Finally set free)