I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West South and East whatever the way
Let's make a move hurry up let's 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 don't 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 d**k in jail and cursed at me
I'm certain we weren't put on this earth to be a slave
Nobody deserve to be a slave
Look here run I dare ya
I catch ya I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara
If its pride or die I'm 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
That's 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 that's white lil n***as 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 don't 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 so off today
Man I tell ya drop sh*t 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 I'm 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 I'm 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
