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    "Nothing 2 Lose" Lyrics

    Field Mob feat. Sleepy Brown and Slimm Calhoun

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    I'm ready to flee to a better place
    Go West, South, and East, whatever the way
    Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now
    You got to believe we can get away
    I'm tired of doin what the devils say
    We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya
    I want to be free, c'mon brotha
    I want to be free, help each otha
    I want to be free, love ya sista
    I want to be free, dont you miss her
    I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free

    Master say being born colored was the worst disease
    And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees
    As long as I work for he, I work for free
    He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me
    I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, a slave
    Nobody deserve to be, a slave
    Look here, run I dare ya
    I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara
    If its pride or die, im choosin respect
    I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck
    My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared
    Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred
    But one day, things gon' change for better
    Lord knows it cant rain forever
    Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm)
    Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)


    [Boondox Blax]
    uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, thats white lil niggas and me
    From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave
    Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring
    Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field
    Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
    and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees
    Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep
    Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee
    Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay
    Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day
    Wishin I could walk away
    But then I think about Hardaway
    Master cut off his hand
    Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth
    If it aint what master talk or say
    But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith
    Please take me away from this awful place
    Cuz you can be so off today


    [Slimm Calhoun]
    Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin
    nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin
    Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin
    Cant risk stumblin, fumblin
    So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin
    I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold
    Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke
    9 times, nine to five, im troop servin
    Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line
    Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes
    My brother just got popped back in his county blues
    and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food
    Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due
    Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two's
    So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues

    This song was submitted on June 28th, 2006 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Brian Loving, David A Sheats, Shawn Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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