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Stranger to Stranger (Industry) · Stranger and Stranger (Marshall Crenshaw) · Stranger and Stranger (Marshall Crenshaw) · In the Housetipi of the Indian [Native American] (Vildrosen) · Doug Allen and Native Rain (Doug Allen) · Native Soul Lounge, Vol. 1 (J. Bleds) · The Best of Divine: Native Love (Divine) · Music for the Native Americans (Robbie Robertson) · Authentic Native American Music  (Augustus Pablo) · Smooth Jazz Romance [Native Language] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
what it is And every time I climb I wind up back on the skids You always stood by me When the natives start to whine [Chorus: x2] You're like
the lonesome sparrow calls His notes evokes a broken key As you can understand Which makes us roving strangers all From our native land So treat me kindly as I
self-ia, Bronson not helpin' ya Trying to get the Lexus ah oysters for breakfast ah I'm still in queens thats my native land I sport a headdress baby veil
Hate ... has ... silenced ... love ... We took the village by surprise No time to see the strangers hate filled eyes For this sad consequence They
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles Thousands of them line the pavement Like patient pupae waiting to become worms Another dark night,
An' he walked this earthly sod This was sod that god would trod on Till one day a stranger landed With a line o'jive Laid it on the natives till
'em if you have to with a bow Leave 'em proud and prominent In the middle of the busiest road" A stripper picked me up one night Down
Pennin lyrics on back of these napkins... Zoned out in the first class cabin with noise cancellation head phones... Two hash brownies for breakfast this
And I'm looking famous And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him The reals say I'm on it,
on the natives So I like to dance naked in front of my pets But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S. Playin' spin the bottle with my mom I watch "Cops"
trippin and get caught slippin at night You might fall victim to one of these wannabe G's That run the streets, defined by Living with their Third Eyes
danger, wild west ranger ranger Rearrange 'a the mark ass stranger Behold, the look on my face stone cold With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
the hardest Picture me debatin' no time to argue with you artists If you do a song with me I'm probably just targeting your market And then I take them home
get over my pride Shoutout to Nard that's my personal trainer He cool with you because of you I now treat him like a stranger Big booty Shelby I
parade With no way to escape the confines of one's mind A mental prison, a prism of thought A crystalis of anger created by the action of strangers
show off, show off, fucking with the right vet (JFK) Working on my Kennedy tan I'm a little smarter, boy, know of my enemies plan Understand Lucky 7,
delicate. The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring, To be later filled by bullies and egotists. We can try to fill those spaces with