Qwel harriet tubman lyrics

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(verse 1)



Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out



Livin' in doubt and proud of it with this gun in his mouth



(Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out



Living in doubt and proud of it with this gun in his mouth)



See I'm all like optimism, I'ma give 'em a reason to hate me



Stick to pavement to pay rent, pretend to stay beef



He sprays heat 'cause he's a coward, swears his rep is steal



Scared to pray at night, fightin' god to get a record deal



See I'm all like pessimism, let this wisdom hit 'em worse



Disturbed 'cause he don't get it, learned his wisdoms just words



Grew up in the hood, now he's too good to rep his crew



Read the pictures, laugh at the words, skip lesson two



Time is money huh? Time heals our wounds as well?



Let the blind lead the blind to hell 'cause I'm trust in Qwel



Time is money huh? Time heals our wounds as well?



Let the blind lead the blind to hell 'cause I'ma trust in Qwel



Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out



Certainly he's god and not enough churches ?? ??



Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out



Certainly he's god and not enough churches ?? ??







(verse 2)



Pops is gone like hope and dreams



He jokingly admits he drinks



Controls his bitch not his temper



As he leaks into the kitchen sink



He thinks before he's white and figures it's niggers and 'spics



He dates your brother and his bible not the liquor he sips



See I'm gone like apathy after he drinks his own convictions



Holds opinions over wisdom with close fisted ass whipping



Ask his children if they're fucked up



If their mothers feathers soft



Calloused to death by your mallet



They're probably better off



Home is where the heart is huh?



I'm hoping dad dies



Love can leave a woman blind mom



But so can black eyes



Home is where the heart is huh?



I'm hoping dad dies



Love can leave a woman blind mom



But so can black eyes



Sitting on this soapbox with nothing much to say



Praying' for night the speed of light died yesterday