Fields

By Danny Brown

On XXX

Released on August 15, 2011

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[Verse 1]

Money talk, only broke people listen

Ain't got a pot to piss in, can't afford to pay attention

These unfamiliar niggas be expectin' recognition

Respect the intellect, let me continue on the mission

I used to walk through alleys, paths with the field

You know, that one house where Kenneth 'nem use to live

Now it's just another shortcut to the store

The TV in the window drew the line of what was rich and poor

Mommy gave me food stamps and told me buy Wonder Bread

On the way, these niggas jumped me, left me with knots in my head

Went to school yesterday and had to leave early

'Cause niggas said they was gon' jump me at 3:30

All because I lived in the hood they had beef with

And I ain't never tell 'em, dog, I kept that shit a secret

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

Them same niggas played me ain't around to tell the story

I'm just a young nigga on the D.O.T

With my headphones on and a sack full of weed

Rhymes in my head, thought nobody wanted to hear 'em

So I had the fiends hittin' rocks like the Pilgrims


[Chorus]

And where I lived

It was house, field, field

Field, field, house

Abandoned house, field, field

And where I lived

It was house, field, field

Field, field, house

Abandoned house, field, field


[Verse 2]

That nigga much sicker

That's why he pop pills, sip lean, smoke Swishers

Yeah, I'm doing drugs thought I'd never ever try

That had my eyes dry, dog, I wish I could cry

I'm fuckin' bad foreign bitches while you in the hood

Smokin' on some dirt weed, smellin' like some firewood

Sittin' 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 always end up in the prison 'stead of college

Or livin' in the system, workin' kitchen for chump change

Lost in the streets, niggas playin' that gun game

Where nobody wins, just a bunch of mamas losing

Dead body in the field, nobody heard the shooting

We livin' in the streets where the options is limited

Because it's burnt buildings instead of jobs and businesses


[Chorus]

And where I lived

It was house, field, field

Field, field, house

Abandoned house, field, field

And where I lived

It was house, field, field

Field, field, house

Abandoned house, field, field