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I'm ready to flee to a better place |
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Go West, South and |
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East, whatever the way |
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Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now |
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You got to believe we can get away |
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I'm tired of doin' what the devils say |
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We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya |
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I want to be free, come on brotha |
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I want to be free, help each other |
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I want to be free, love ya sista |
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I want to be free, don't you miss her |
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I want to be free, |
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I want to be free |
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Master say being born colored was the worst disease |
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And we the worst to bread, worse than flees |
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As long as |
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I work for he, |
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I work for free |
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He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me |
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I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, bustled |
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Nobody deserve to be, hustled |
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Look here, run |
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I dare yaI catch ya, |
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I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara |
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If its pride or die, |
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I'm choosin' respect |
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I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck |
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My niece got raped pregnant, won't tell she scared |
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Master done it but she blamin' it on drop dead |
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FredBut one day, things gon' change for better |
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Lord knows it cant rain forever |
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Thats what |
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I told my momma |
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Two days later master sold my momma, master sold my momma |
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I'm ready to flee to a better place |
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Go West, South and |
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East, whatever the way |
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Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now |
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You got to believe we can get away |
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I'm tired of doin' what the devils say |
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We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya |
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I want to be free, come on brotha |
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I want to be free, help each other |
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I want to be free, love ya sista |
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I want to be free, don't you miss her |
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I want to be free, |
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I want to be free |
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Uh, uh, uh, |
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I'm in the field, thats white lil' niggas and me |
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From dusk to dawn 'til the sun come and it leave |
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Through all seasons, winter, fall, summer and spring |
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Pickin', pushin', pullin', cuttin' the field |
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Sweatin' 'bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat |
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And when it's cold, joints lock up barker than trees |
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Rest, I don't get enough of my sleep' |
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Cause master got us workin' late night and then wakin' up in the wee |
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Hours of the mornin', stackin' stalks of hay |
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Hopin' the rain from dawn 'til shower day |
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Wishin' I could walk away |
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But then I think about hard away, master cut off his hand' |
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Cause you can't talk or sing or speak from your mouth |
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If it ain't what master talk or say |
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But I was taught to pray to the |
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Lord and have faith |
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Please take me away from this awful place' |
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Cause you can be so off today |
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I'm ready to flee to a better place |
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Go West, South and |
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East, whatever the way |
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Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now |
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You got to believe we can get away |
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I'm tired of doin' what the devils say |
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We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya |
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I want to be free, come on brotha |
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I want to be free, help each other |
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I want to be free, love ya sista |
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I want to be free, don't you miss her |
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I want to be free, |
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I want to be free |
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Man I tell ya drop shit, ain't nothin'' |
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Nuff sufferin', done dealt with more headaches the bufferin' |
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Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin' by doe bu-bu-bubblin' |
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Can't risk stumblin', fumblin' |
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So I'm 'bout takin' my life, dice tumblin' |
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I drop down the road, tryin' to get that pot of gold |
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Still out in the field, mobbin' with |
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Sean and Smoke |
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Nine times, nine to five, |
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I'm troop servin' |
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Nine, you bout tryin' to eat well, get in line' |
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Cause momma got laid off, the lil' sis need shoes |
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My brother just got popped back in his county blues |
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And pops been made it off, there was no money, no food |
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Comin' through next week, my rent and my girl due |
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Life ain't got no rules, destruction, one two's |
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So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues |
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I'm ready to flee to a better place |
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Go West, South and |
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East, whatever the way |
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Let's make a move, hurry up let's go now |
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You got to believe we can get away |
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I'm tired of doin' what the devils say |
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We got nothing 2 lose, take my hand lemme help ya |
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I want to be free, come on brotha |
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I want to be free, help each other |
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I want to be free, love ya sista |
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I want to be free, don't you miss her |
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I want to be free, |
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I want to be free |
