Nothing 2 Something
Kenny St. Brown Lyrics

I'm ready to flee to a better place
I am eager to leave this place in search of a better life

Go West, South, and East, whatever the way
I am willing to go in any direction to escape this life

Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now
We need to leave this place quickly, waste no time

You got to believe we can get away
You need to have faith that we can escape and find a better life

I'm tired of doing what the devils say
I am exhausted of living under someone's rule, controlled by the devil

We got nothing to lose, take my hand lemme help ya
We don't have anything left, let me help you escape

I want to be free, see man brother
I dream of a life where everyone is equal, like brothers

I want to be free, help each other
I hope to establish a community where all care for each other

I want to be free, love ya sister
I long for a society where women are also treated equal and with love

I want to be free, don't you miss her
I pray that we can create a society where we do not lose our loved ones for reasons like this.

I want to be free I want to be free
My ultimate wish is just to be free and escape from this oppressive life

Master say being born colored was the worst disease
The master claims that being born a different color is a terrible affliction

And we the worst to bread, worse than flees
He treats us worse than he treats the animals

As long as I work for he, I work for free
As long as I work for the master, it is as if I work for nothing

He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me
The master punishes and verbally abuses me brutally

I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, Bustled
I am convinced that we were not created to live this miserable, subjugated life

Nobody deserve to be, hustled
Nobody deserves to be treated like something belonging to another

Look here, run I dare ya
If you want to try to escape, I challenge you

I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara
If I catch you, the punishment will be worse than just a lash

If its pride or die, I'm choosing respect
I'd rather die standing up for my rights than give in and lose my self-respect

I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck
I witnessed the brutal murder of my father

My niece got raped pregnant, won't tell she scared
My niece was raped and is now pregnant but too afraid to tell anyone

Master done it, but she blaming it on drop dead Fred
The master is responsible, but someone else is being blamed for the terrible incident

But one day, things gon' change for better
I have faith that things will improve in the future

Lord knows it can't rain forever
No matter how stormy the current situation is, it will not last left

that's what I told my momma
I promised my mother that things would turn out for the better

Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)
But only two days later the master sold my mother to someone else.

uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, that's white lil' niggas and me
I am working in the field with other black people and only a few white people

From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave
We work from dawn till dusk, without any respite

Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring
Regardless of the season, we are forced to keep working

Picking, pushing, pulling, cutting field
We engage in tiring work of cutting, pushing, and picking crops

Sweating bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
We work tirelessly, sweating and risking dehydration due to extreme heat

and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees
In cold weather, we struggle and the joints in our body become stiff

Rest, I don't get enough of my sleep
I never get enough rest or sleep because my time is spent in the field

cause master got us working late night, and then waking up in the wee
The master keeps us working even during late nights, and expects us to wake up early morning too

Hours of the morning, stacking stalks of hay
On some mornings, we are required to stack hay before even starting to work

Hoping the rain from dawn til shower day
We hope that the rain starts before we get too dehydrated, which could take several days

Wishing I could walk away
I really desire to just walk away and never come back

But then I think about Hardaway
But then I remember a friend who had tried to escape and was caught

Master cut off his hand
The master cut off his hand as punishment for trying to escape

cause you can't talk or sing or speak from your mouth
If I lose my hand, I won't be able to speak out against the master

If it ain't what master talk or say
We have to follow the master's will and do as he says

But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith
I still have faith in the Lord and believe that he will help us escape from this enslavement

Please take me away from this awful place
I beg of you, God, to take me away from here, away from the cruelty and captivity

cause you can be so off today
The situation here can go from bad to worse at any moment

Man I tell ya drop shit, ain't nothing
To be honest, nothing really matters anymore

nuff suffering, done dealt with more headaches than buffering
I have seen enough suffering and pain, more than I can take

Gotta spend my time off the destructive by getting by doe bubbling
To distract myself, I try to make a little money by selling things on the side

can't risk stumbling, fumbling
I can't mess up trying to sell or I'll lose even more

So I'm bout taking my life, dice tumbling
My life is like a game of chance, I am willing to take risks

I drop down the road, trying to get that pot of gold
I am willing to leave and try to find a place where I can earn a living

Still out in the field, mobbing with Sean and Smoke
Despite my desire to leave, I am forced to work with my friends, Sean and Smoke, in the fields

9 times, nine to five, I'm troop serving
I spend most of my days serving in troops, working overtime to make ends meet

Nine, you bout trying to eat well, get in line
If you want to eat well and have a decent life, you must do what the master says and work hard

'cause momma got laid off, the lil' sis need shoes
My mother lost her job, and now my younger sister is without shoes

My brother just got popped back in his county blues
My brother was sent back to prison again

and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food
My father passed away and left us with nothing, not even enough to feed ourselves

Coming through next week, my rent and my girl due
Next week, I have to pay rent and take care of my girlfriend, Tammy

Life ain't got no rules, destruction, one-two's
Life is unfair and there are no set rules, we are at the mercy of those in power

So every now and then, you gonna sing the blues
Some days are just worse than others, and we are left feeling helpless and hopeless