Nothing 2 Lose

<br>Artist: Field Mob f/ Slimm Calhoun<br>Album: From Tha Roota to Tha Toota<br>Song: Nothing 2 Lose<br>Typed by: TymeOut203@aol.com<br><br>[Chorus]<br>I`m ready to flee to a better place<br>Go West, South, and East, whatever the way<br>Let`s make a move, hurry up lets go now<br>You got to believe we can get away<br>I`m tired of doin what the devils say<br>We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya<br>I want to be free, c`mon brotha<br>I want to be free, help each otha<br>I want to be free, love ya sista<br>I want to be free, dont you miss her<br>I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free<br><br>[Kalage]<br>Master say being born colored was the worst disease<br>And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees<br>As long as I work for he, I work for free<br>He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me<br>I`m certain we, weren`t put on this earth to be, Bustled<br>Nobody deserve to be, hustled<br>Look here, run I dare ya<br>I catch ya, I`ma give ya more lashes than mascara<br>If its pride or die, im choosin respect<br>I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck<br>My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared<br>Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred<br>But one day, things gon` change for better<br>Lord knows it cant rain forever<br>Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm)<br>Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Boondox Blax]<br>uh, uh, uh. I`m in the field, thats white lil niggas and me<br>From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave<br>Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring<br>Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field<br>Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat<br>and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees<br>Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep<br>Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee<br>Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay<br>Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day<br>Wishin I could walk away<br>But then I think about Hardaway<br>Master cut off his hand<br>Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth<br>If it aint what master talk or say<br>But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith<br>Please take me away from this awful place<br>Cuz you can be so off today<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Slimm Calhoun]<br>Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin<br>nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin<br>Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin<br>Cant risk stumblin, fumblin<br>So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin<br>I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold<br>Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke<br>9 times, nine to five, im troop servin<br>Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line<br>Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes<br>My brother just got popped back in his county blues<br>and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food<br>Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due<br>Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two`s<br>So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues<br><br>[Chorus]