Lyrics:
will sing, we will sing
We will sing our own song
When the ancient drum rhythms ring
The voice of our grandmothers sings
Native America run, we
(yeah)
Jets I ride in the latest (jets)
Outdated, you fell and you faded (outdated)
I am a Nawf Side native (Nawf side)
Crocodile Hermes gator
mountainside let freedom ring!
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free, thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed
the land
From native caretakers who can barely understand
"How can land be owned by another man.
Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift.
Is
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past
of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl
I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade
Where the boys have left their beer cans
I am weeds
They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife
Took away our native
weight, something like a elephant
Dub, the most creative, New York native
If Jesus died then who gone save us? you?
Label heads want me to Jim Carry
Natives wearing turquoise and silver
Dirty dogs barking in the distance
Oh people of a thousand tongues
I'm learning the primitive rights
I'm
interests soaring
How you treat the weak is
Your true nature calling
Please believe
We still live and breathe
Through native tongue
And poetry
All
a native Argentinian
But dang, yo, y'all don't understand my singing
'Cause I'm running rings around this riveting rhythm and swinging
Somebody gimme
This the remix
And it's three milli on the wrist
Real life (another one)
You know we inspired you
We set trends (Bordeaux AND Non Native)
We set
some isle
Where lotuses smile
And our time beguile
Going native
But how can we go
Unless you are co-
Operative
My dear, I've a feeling you are
the slaughter of our native land
No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand
Maybe we didn't know but surely now it's underhand
No more crocodile tears,
It's a most unusual day
Feel like throwing my worries away
As an old native-born Californian would say
It's a most unusual day
There's a most
Horn
To me heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you'd never been born
Chorus:
In South Australia my native land
To me heave away, haul away
waters flow
I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet
waters flow
I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet
serve you tea
But ruin your disposition
Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem
And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me
and havin your man's back?
Whereever the red the white and the blue lands at
We kill the natives and never give they land back
That's dumb
Why fall in
the child about you
Makes me wild about you
If I were a native of Borneo
I couldn't be wilder about you
Mad about you the bad about you
Makes me mad about
Getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using
Extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas
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