Artist: Field Mob f/ Slimm Calhoun
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Album: From Tha Roota to Tha Toota
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Song: Nothing 2 Lose
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Typed by: [email protected]
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[Chorus]
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I'm ready to flee to a better place
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Go West, South, and East, whatever the way
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Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now
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You got to believe we can get away
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I'm tired of doin what the devils say
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We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya
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I want to be free, c'mon brotha
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I want to be free, help each otha
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I want to be free, love ya sista
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I want to be free, dont you miss her
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I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free
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[Kalage]
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Master say being born colored was the worst disease
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And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees
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As long as I work for he, I work for free
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He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me
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I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, a slave
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Nobody deserve to be, a slave
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Look here, run I dare ya
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I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara
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If its pride or die, im choosin respect
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I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck
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My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared
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Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred
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But one day, things gon' change for better
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Lord knows it cant rain forever
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Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm)
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Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)
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[Chorus]
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[Boondox Blax]
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uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, thats white lil niggas and me
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From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave
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Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring
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Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field
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Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
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and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees
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Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep
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Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee
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Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay
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Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day
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Wishin I could walk away
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But then I think about Hardaway
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Master cut off his hand
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Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth
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If it aint what master talk or say
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But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith
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Please take me away from this awful place
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Cuz you can be so off today
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[Chorus]
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[Slimm Calhoun]
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Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin
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nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin
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Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin
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Cant risk stumblin, fumblin
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So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin
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I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold
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Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke
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9 times, nine to five, im troop servin
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Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line
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Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes
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My brother just got popped back in his county blues
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and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food
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Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due
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Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two's
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So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues
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[Chorus]
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Nothing 2 Lose
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| Field Mob |
