Nothing 2 Lose

[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 doing what the devils say

We got nothing to lose, take my hand lemme help ya

I want to be free, see man brother

I want to be free, help each other

I want to be free, love ya sister

I want to be free, don't you miss her

I want to be free 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, I'm choosing 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 blaming it on drop dead Fred

But one day, things gon' change for better

Lord knows it can't rain forever

that's what I told my momma

Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)

[Chorus]

[Boondox Blax]

uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, that's white lil' niggas and me

From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave

Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring

Picking, pushing, pulling, cutting the field

Sweating bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat

and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees

Rest, I don't get enough of my sleep

cause master got us working late night, and then waking up in the wee

Hours of the morning, stacking stalks of hay

Hoping the rain from dawn til shower day

Wishing I could walk away

But then I think about Hardaway

Master cut off his hand

cause 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

cause you can be so off today

[Chorus]

[Slimm Calhoun]

Man I tell ya drop shit, ain't nothing

nuff suffering, done dealt with more headaches the buffering

Gotta spend my time off the destructive by getting by doe bubbling

can't risk stumbling, fumbling

So I'm bout taking my life, dice tumbling

I drop down the road, trying to get that pot of gold

Still out in the field, mobbing with Sean and Smoke

9 times, nine to five, I'm troop serving

Nine, you bout trying to eat well, get in line

'cause 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

Coming through next week, my rent and my girl due

Life ain't got no rules, destruction, one-two's

So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues

[Chorus]