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Tubman Needs No Uber


Hazard pay for a poor job well done?

Cooking out in the blazing sun?

Hours and hours working in the field

Yet no income do we yield? 

Lets revolt!! Lets run,  lets go

Quiet now so master won't know

Our plans to freedom land come at a price

If caught you will loose a body part or life

Either you are in or out

Gather quickly and lets get about

We follow the stars no need for navigation

To lead us out this messed up nation

Change your mind and I'll pull this trigger

To silence a scared and confused n-g-er.

Im tired now let me sleep 

For days and weeks  we will keep

North til we hit the Canadian territory

Thats the end of a beautiful story.

 

 

 

 

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