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	(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)
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