Harriet Tubman Pt. 2 Lyrics

VERSE 1 (Alexandrah)

Caught up queens dress easy
And pelvic thinking kings attempt to
Quench unrest with heavy heaving
Weaves conceal locks
And cease us seeing ancestry in real places
Like the face of young and seasons
One reason of multitudes
To slow and stop the follow suits of walking dead
Is cliff beyond the wishing well of promises
We know too well these hungry devils fed
From the beginning
Now that we own ourselves
I wonder if we’ll ever for ourselves do well
Resisting
Tempts exempt from rationale and strategies
To re-create an inner hell
Gone missing
Is memory of majesty, significance of family, and worth
of queen

Rescinding

Ages of our stable era, clarity of conscientious
reasoning

HOOK:

Harriet Tubman would be proud to see the exploitation
we’ve allowed

VERSE 2 (Swamburger)

I wanna know when did we settle for slavery aimlessly
aiming for Famous and Andy, shamelessly tapping the toe
for show and telling our folks… “Take the abuse for now
on the boat, then hop on the wagon of busing and
bragging about a belief in affirmative action.” I
thought this would never happen after certain people
started rapping about stopping the violence. “Oh, oh,
oh, oh wait.” Don’t it seem as if we waited long enough
for change, praying for the oppressor’s God to reign
over us as a crutch- such as, when you know the world
trusts whatever you tell em on television in
repetition, fixing the problem with rims and chicken… ha ha ha ha, nope. Get a better meaning for the word
dope. And when it comes for the time of your people’s
demise, would you keep with the lies you wrote? Not me,
that’s so sloppily but in the meantime you goin’ copy
these lowest common denominator propagators.

HOOK

VERSE 3

Some of the troubles in the world are obvious but have
to be pointed out. Some of the pain you feel is not for
real and made to be about. Most forget the bottom-line
to define the problems design while others invest in a
pleasant performer informing YOU… “crank that soldier
toy.” Now eeny-meeny-miny-mo, Aunt Jemima, Sambo, Uncle
Ben and Mammy too- which one are you black people?
Forced to package soul in boxes. (coal scuttle)
Struggle, struggle! Muffled brother, free willy… sister
too. Now pick yourself up.

Think you can? Think you can! Think I can? Hope you
think so.

Train for the boat you rowed on. I bought a life vest
but it’s mine, get yours on. I might’ve been a fool for
the past for your wrongs but right now we got facts to
move on.

Left

Right

Left

Right

Past where are you now see? Negligent of a new injury,
a wound I carry upon belief. Beyond my now I walk
asleep. Honestly I’m an old friend of time. I used to
be ahead of mine until the day I killed my end. Live to
walk in circles again

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