Arrested Development - Conditional Love (Pocket Monsta's version) lyrics

I was workin' at Franklins field picking cotton picking greens the sun Came down I had to pa** you to grind up his cornmeal and every time I did I wish You could stay around we were just two slaves in a crowded field of slaves Me a housemaid but we had such a jones for each other ironically in The midst of these conditions there's still love Conditional love ironically in the midst of these conditions Conditional love Matter of fact I'd risk being abused by the overseer for a moment to get To know your life I mean our lives ain't that important your physical Life is the same ol' bad condition as mine but I'm talking bout your Dreams the things that can't be taken by no one your love Conditional love ironically in the midst of these conditions Conditional love