Add-2 - Cotton Fields lyrics

[Verse 1] My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was picking cotton Now I'm picking cotton shirts, just for me to rock em Like they threw scissors but I'm still throwin paper out I take it to another level, elevator route Ridin out, windows low keep my music high Cruise till I crash like Vanilla Sky Gil Scott-Heron died, revolution won't be televised I tell more vision 'cause my television tellin lies Sugar coated like the bottom of the kool-aid made By my cousin, fools buy j**els to prove they paid Doin' dirt for clean kicks, whip the whips like a master