Lyrics Harriet Tubman pt. 2 - Solillaquists of Sound

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

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

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

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

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