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]