My Native People (feat. Lisa Muswagon)

My native people, my

Dear native people

Treated second-string to the people in charge of them steeples

Religious attributes regurgitated among

Every reservation to avoid the fact

We struggled to be deemed lower-class and segregated

Tribes destroyed and separated

Women and children forcibly fornicated

Harper issued an apology on behalf of the white people

To whom which he is related

I bet they feelin' vindicated like

Saying sorry will wash it all away

Like every sin that was committed against my ancestors

Can be blamed on the priest having a bad day

"Blame it on the era,"

I don't buy that one bit

'Cause the things that I'm speaking on

Happen still present-day life shit

Stories still swept under the rug that colonialism has provided

You dyin' at alarmin' rates

Who will never know the joy of buyin' a car and racking up the mileage

Whose stories stopped before they can understand growing up's true meaning

For the ones who will never experience the reality of true feelings

This is for the ones who died while watchin' other tribal members dyin'

For the ones who died protecting their families

From the hate and all the lies

For the elders whose pain

We'll never fully understand till we see it through they eyes

This is for the brothers and sisters who stand fist-high

On the frontlines

Who agree to mace and rubber bullets in the place of handshakes and highs

Water cannon in winter to try

Put our cold voices on some cold ice

I'm never afraid to walk alone

'Cause every step is a path my family can follow

'Cause if I don't go first

How they can gauge if the puddle is deep or if it's shallow?

The better tomorrow was buried underneath

Hard work, blood, sweat, and the other

Sometimes you have to separate yo'self from the pack

Like head down

Focused on the music and not a skin color

Or even the steps of your past brothers

Stay to yourself

Quiet, kept, humble

But always on target

Like the one that's put on your back

As soon you place product on the market

This is for those natives who hate other races, not understanding that

Whenever they do that it's reverse racism on everybody

That's standing in front of them, man

For the ones who never made it

And I don't mean the big leagues

I mean the ones who froze in the woods tryna get back home to they mom and family