Nothing 2 Lose Lyrics

Nothing 2 Lose lyrics

Artist: Field Mob f/ Slimm Calhoun

 Album:  From Tha Roota to Tha Toota

 Song:   Nothing 2 Lose

 Typed by: TymeOut203@aol.com

 

 [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 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

 

 [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, 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)

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [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

 

 [Chorus]