Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing 2 Lose, artist - Field MobDate of issue: 21.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nothing 2 Lose |
| 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 |
| 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, won’t 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 can’t rain forever |
| Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm) |
| Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma) |
| 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 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 |
| Cuz you can be sold today |
| Man I tell ya drop shit, ain’t nothin |
| Nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin |
| Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin |
| Can’t 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 ain’t got no rules, descruction, one-two's |
| So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues |