Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Field, artist - Cool Breeze.
Date of issue: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Field |
See where I’m from I was taught that |
Two wrongs don’t make a right but it’ll damn sure get your money back |
So best believe you got’s to watch folks |
You hit cho’lights, they have they face off in yo place |
Just like a cockroach |
Tryin’to hit chu’for yo index |
Tear some paper out the back and re-arrange your whole contents |
That’s why you gotta keep yo history |
In a book so when they look it’ll never be a mystery |
I’ve seen people come and leave, comeback and leave |
Come back and still ain’t stack no G’s |
So everybody won’t be pushin’buttons |
Just the ones who gave they all when you know they didn’t have nothin' |
We comin’what chu’gonna do when we run |
In a pack against a pit and lay up under the sun |
See growin’up is like a girlfriend |
Ya keep ya cool, take ya time, and when ya day come you put it in That’s a reflection on ya whole life |
From the moments you wake up to those minutes that you pray at night |
Like when they pushed you at the playground |
And all ya friends would wonder |
Why you yelled the field before you threw down |
That’s just yo instincts tryin’to tell ya heart |
That is ya mother wished the best for you |
You’d be tested it from the jump start |
So that’s when people come around and wonder |
What make you tick, how you do it, but you keep ya business on the under |
I ask my folks question every season |
They say the Lord blessed every child, boy he blessed you with a reason |
So with that I go for years and years |
On a quest to return and reveal to my peers |
What if yo life story was in a book |
And they left certain words that only you could say |
Because they knew you looked |
That’s like your future bein’planned for you |
You know who real and who fake and who ya friends and who gon’be loyal |
You keep yo thoughts on a level |
That don’t nobody know what chu’be doin’next |
Cause you change like the weather |
You the chosen, the one who reveal |
Every battle that we battled and every hill that we build |
Your life is their forever burnin’torch |
So the messages you carry reach and travel importance |
See in the book you was this place that people actually lived |
They disappeared in the mists of the hemispheres |
But when they return they speak of travelin’on their journey back home |
We shall rise once again and let it be known |