Cambatta - Harry The Tubman lyrics

[Verse 1] Only some of us live but all of us die None us laugh as much as we cry All of that beauty with nothing inside All of that money and none of your pride None of you fight you run and you hide But only the strong are gonna survive The country is under corruption it's running on nothing but money were trusting their Lies They puppet our lives If I told you bout all of this stuff on my mind i can swear that my tongue'll be tied Either that or in government custody stuck in them cuffs with a gun in my side If my sisters and brothers combine And we let all our love intertwine Like the sun we gon shine cuz all us one of a kind There's nothing but time But we waste it on chasing the paper And banging on haters and hunching them dimes All this sh** is disrupting your grind Only truth when it comes to the rhymes Beautiful music is something divine Visionary I'll uncover your eyes Flow is telescopic hubble with mine Just come for the ride [Hook] Living to work, living to cry Living to fall, living to fight Living it wrong is living it right I'm living to live til the day that I die I open this book, read a few lines Is there a God? Show me a sign All of these things I got on my mind I'm living to live til the day that I die [Verse 2] I come in from work, blood on my hands Wiping my tears I don't understand Why am I here If all of my dreams I k** ‘em with fear? How is this fair So many nights, so many days What is it worth when I feel like a slave All of this stress and all of this pain I've seen a lot for a n***a my age I'm sick of the violence Sick of sisters and brother s just k**ing each other for nothing Im sitting in silence , roll a swisher and fill it chronic Sip a mixture of gin and that tonic I'ma smoke til I feel like a comet I ‘ma drink til I'm sitting in vomit Getting rid of the pain a lot of us got this in common All of us addicts Narcotic abusers or locked in computers It's more of a habit This is how they be controlling the ma**es Focus your gla**es Its for the money, the oil, the gold and petroleum gases f** your taxes, putting my doe in a hole in a mattress [Hook]