In the fields of sorrow, where the tears have stained
A woman's voice rising through the waves of pain
From the days of slavery to the dustbowl strife
I sing a song of hope for a brighter life
Can you hear the echoes of stories in my song?
A fusion of the past and present, where I belong
Hip-hop meets country, a powerful connection
Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons
Through the cotton fields, under the scorching sun
We toil and we labor, our work is never done
I sing a song of hope for a brighter life
In the depths of despair, there's strength in our soul
Our voices rise up, breaking the chains of hope
Can you hear the echoes of stories in my song?
A fusion of the past and present, where I belong
Hip-hop meets country, a powerful connection
Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons
Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons
Through the cotton fields, under the scorching sun
We toil and we labor, our work is never done
But in the depths of despair, there's strength in our soul
In the fields of sorrow, where the tears ever stain
A woman's voice rising through the waves of pain
From the days of slavery to the dustbowl strife
I sing a song of hope for a brighter life
Oh, can you hear the echoes of stories in my song?
A fusion of the past and present, where I belong
Hip-hop meets country, a powerful connection
Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons
Through the cotton fields, under the scorching sun
We toil and we labor, our work is never done


We toil and we labor, our work is never done
But in the depths of despair, there's strength in our soul
Our voices rise up, breaking the chains of old
Hip-hop meets country, a powerful connection
Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons

We toil and we labor, our work is never done

But in the depths of despair, there's strength in our soul

Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons
Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons
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Fields of redemption, a reflection of our history's lessons


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In the depths of despair, there's strength in our soul.