Nothing 2 Lose

[Chorus] 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 doing what the devils say We got nothing to lose, take my hand lemme help ya I want to be free, see man brother I want to be free, help each other I want to be free, love ya sister I want to be free, don't you miss her I want to be free I want to be free [Kalage] 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, Bustled Nobody deserve to be, hustled Look here, run I dare ya I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara If its pride or die, I'm choosing respect I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck My niece got raped pregnant, won't tell she scared Master done it, but she blaming it on drop dead Fred But one day, things gon' change for better Lord knows it can't rain forever that's what I told my momma Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma) [Chorus] [Boondox Blax] uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, that's white lil' niggas and me From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring Picking, pushing, pulling, cutting the field Sweating bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees Rest, I don't get enough of my sleep cause master got us working late night, and then waking up in the wee Hours of the morning, stacking stalks of hay Hoping the rain from dawn til shower day Wishing I could walk away But then I think about Hardaway Master cut off his hand cause you can't talk or sing or speak from your mouth If it ain't 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 cause you can be so off today [Chorus] [Slimm Calhoun] Man I tell ya drop shit, ain't nothing nuff suffering, done dealt with more headaches the buffering Gotta spend my time off the destructive by getting by doe bubbling can't risk stumbling, fumbling So I'm bout taking my life, dice tumbling I drop down the road, trying to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbing with Sean and Smoke 9 times, nine to five, I'm troop serving Nine, you bout trying to eat well, get in line 'cause 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 Coming through next week, my rent and my girl due Life ain't got no rules, destruction, one-two's So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues [Chorus]