Cambatta - Harry The Tubman [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 shit 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 kill ‘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 nigga my age
I’m sick of the violence
Sick of sisters and brother s just killing 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 masses
Focus your glasses
Its for the money, the oil, the gold and petroleum gases
Fuck your taxes, putting my doe in a hole in a mattress

[Hook]