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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