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Field Nigga

 

Field Nigga


Black lives matter, black lives matter
No justice, no peace, no justice, no peace
Yeah, my master said if I speed up picking cotton
He would let me in, no problem, for a couple sips of water
So

My master said if I speed up picking cotton
He would let me in, no problem, for a couple sips of water
Took the water that he handed to me, gave it to my daughter
Field nigga
My master told me to relax a couple hours
To regenerate some power, we been in these fields plowing
Sun beaming down, had to thank him
'Cause he always looking out, field nigga
My master told me he was 'bout to sell my brother
And our youngest baby cousin, this owner was paying double
Had to thank him for the heads-up
Other than that, I ain't said much, field nigga
Shit, this morning my master gave me some wickers, Friday, I was tripping
Saw I had a woman, ayy write a couple of inches
This type of consideration is a privilege, field nigga
Shit, last night I'm singing "Wade in the Water," just thinking about my night
Heard a knock on the window, saw a shadow in sight
Went out to see who it was, the vision just gave me life
Harriet talked to me, said it would all be alright
"Be back in a couple days, gather up all the slaves"
Left in a couple of seconds so no attention was raised
But why leave the place that I was raised?
Field nigga, that's all I know
The next day, had a talk with my baby cousin
Sat him down with my brother, told 'em everything she said
He look at me like I'm bugging, but at this point this shit is all or nothing, field nigga
Shit, my wife just told me she think she pregnant
Pause for a second, tears in my eyes as I started to cry
Realizing that the baby wasn't mine, field nigga
Couple nights later, broke into my master house
Grabbed me a loaded rifle, don't know how to really shoot it
But fuck it, nigga, I'm trying
And got him while he sleep, left a couple bullets inside him
His wife sitting there, crying, praying over a Bible
Give a fuck about your Bible, give a fuck about your title
My wife showing, this should be a moment of excitement
And he owed that to me, then he stole that from me
Brrat, brrat, a couple shots, you could hold that for me
Sprinting into the fields, saw Harriet waiting there
Gathered the other slaves, they heard the shots in the air
Praying heavy while we running now
Headed to this road, heard they nicknamed it "Underground"
Been a couple days, we been starving, food running out
My cousin ain't make it
Only got one foot and they caught him at the plantation
Brother took it hard and I'm wishing that we could save him, so

(Yeah) It's okay, I'm right here with you
Shit painful
So, yeah

Cops patrolling cities they don't live in
Badge make a brutal murderer feel fear
Hate us for our presence 'cause we live here
Made us travel over, now you mad 'cause we still here
I don't wanna argue about who's better
Truthfully, that argument's what led us
To a place of bitter feelings, I look down at my skin
That's the reason you killing niggas, this shit don't mean nothing
I can't kick it with the homies out, 'cause cops staring
Can't walk the wrong neighborhoods, hi Karen
You focus on the riots, you gon' focus on the looting
You gon' focus on the violence, everything besides the shooting
You can't hear us crying
Let me tear, a cry for help, you see, my feeling's hurt
Get mad we started violence, y'all did it first
Want you to judge me off nothing more than my actions
We been fragile with no matter
I been stamped from my birth as a nigga that might be packing
Or, I might have priors, or, I'm selling drugs
'Cause I can't get hired
Complain about the smoke when racism lit the fire
We been broken, we been tired
I been yelling, screaming', quiet
'Cause the black voice don't travel like the white's do
Shit, black voice don't travel like the white's do
Wish I could see it from the white's view

If it shows that I hate my country
When the fuck my country ever love me?
If it shows that I hate my country
When the fuck my country ever love me?
If it shows that I hate my country
When the fuck my country ever love me?
So, happy Juneteenth

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