Solillaquists of Sound - Harriet Tubman Pt. 2 lyrics

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
Suit's 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