Fields

When money talk only broke people listen

Ain't gotta pot to piss in can't afford to pay attention

These unfamiliar niggas be expecting recognition

Respect the intellect let me continue on the mission

Use to walk through alleys paths in the field

You know that one house where Kenneth use to live

Now it's just another shortcut to the store

The tv and my window drew the line of what was rich and poor

Mommy gave me food stamps told me buy wonder bread

On the way these niggas jumped left me with knot on my head

Went to school yesterday but to had leave early

Cause niggas said they was gone jump me at 3: 30

All because I lived in the hood who they had beef with

And I ain't tell em, dog, I kept that shit a secret

But I can't really trip, niggas looked out for me

Nigga played me now that nigga ain't around to tell the story

Just young nigga on the D.O.T

With my headphones on and sack full of weed

Rhymes in my head thought nobody wanted to hear em

So I had the fiends hitting rocks like the Pilgrims

And where I live it's house, field, field

Field field, field, house

Abandoned house, field, field

That nigga much sicker

That's why he pop them pills, sip lean, smoke swishers

Yea I'm doing drugs thought I never ever try

That had eyes so dry dog I wish I could cry

I'm fucking bad foreign bitches why you niggas in the hood

Smoking on some dirt weed smelling like fire wood

Sitting on porches of abandoned houses

Or sitting in the field on bed bug ridden couches

It's like they all forgot man nobody care about us

That why we all ways end up in prison instead of college

Living in the system working kitchen for chump change

Lost in the streets niggas playing that gun game

Where nobody wins just a bunch of mommas losing

Dead bodys in the field and nobody heard the shooting

We living in the streets where the options is limited

Cause it's burnt building instead of jobs and buisseness