One little indian grow into a savage
two young chiefs growing with an advantage
it's survival the same
as back in the plains
but not what you think we're not dancing for rain
Hunting to eat
on the job or the streets
the concept is deep and the temperature heats
alcohol ruining life by abuse
standing on a bottle with your neck in a noose..
You run through the land see they got no grip some dudes pretend to lend a hand then they plot your shit
red dogs still come through that'd hunt you like 1-2
hup-two
me and huptray
down a one way
straight out the city to return soldiers
Oglala Lakotas could get crazy like Haiti's what I told ya,
whether it's right or whether be wrong
you keep fuckin' it up and we'll keep getting it on..
You can tell my blood was spilled
yesterday but tomorrow
my wounds will heal, wounds will heal
You mighta, you mighta caught me, you mighta
caught me in the past,
You mighta caught me in the past but I'm moving
fast to tomorrow
Fuck a song lets drop a time bomb,
so run along this lines long
who ain't armed there minds gone
you could smoke like a Indian on a rezervation
but you gonna pay out the ass
trying to smoke away the devastation
why's it moccasin shoes on the block with the blues
I ain't flockin' with fools that claim the top of the ruse,
sometimes they get tight and don't seem to fit right
but once they been drug through the mud it's like the fuse lights…
No more land to take too late for that mistake
rezervations make home for Indians that never break
it takes powerful people to overcome the evil
ain't no question the direction we're headed ain't for the feeble,
minded or spirited
in weak
the soul mirrored it
showed ya true thoughts
its fear and ya bearing it
we move with stealth
and maintain a good health
'cuz only the fittest will finish with no help
You can tell my blood was spilled
yesterday but tomorrow
my wounds will heal, wounds will heal
You mighta, you mighta caught me, you mighta
caught me in the past,
you mighta caught me in the past but I'm moving
fast to tomorrow..
Born with the instinct of warriors we reign
but with the Indian name society tightens chains
equal opportunity this idea's something new to me
pressure in any measure
to be fair doesn't get through to me
wild man primitive I squash the profile
crush it with a buckshot and smile
strength's in my blood we eat dirt and mud
we sweat and we bleed
we train and we run.
No moccasins just shoes
here take more then your share of abuse
most bitch don't care if its loose
hope somebody there when you bruised
you'll be lucky if you got a kola
I've seen world turners on the corner since last October
this shit is over if bitch swinging hips switching gonna control ya
wont see none of 'em fishing something fitting six out the holster
get closer don't succumb to the force of
your brain at a loss for
your name on a roster
You can tell my blood was spilled
yesterday but tomorrow
my wounds will heal, wounds will heal
You mighta, you mighta caught me, you mighta
caught me in the past,
you mighta caught me in the past but I'm moving
FAST to tomorrow..
two young chiefs growing with an advantage
it's survival the same
as back in the plains
but not what you think we're not dancing for rain
Hunting to eat
on the job or the streets
the concept is deep and the temperature heats
alcohol ruining life by abuse
standing on a bottle with your neck in a noose..
You run through the land see they got no grip some dudes pretend to lend a hand then they plot your shit
red dogs still come through that'd hunt you like 1-2
hup-two
me and huptray
down a one way
straight out the city to return soldiers
Oglala Lakotas could get crazy like Haiti's what I told ya,
whether it's right or whether be wrong
you keep fuckin' it up and we'll keep getting it on..
You can tell my blood was spilled
yesterday but tomorrow
my wounds will heal, wounds will heal
You mighta, you mighta caught me, you mighta
caught me in the past,
You mighta caught me in the past but I'm moving
fast to tomorrow
Fuck a song lets drop a time bomb,
so run along this lines long
who ain't armed there minds gone
you could smoke like a Indian on a rezervation
but you gonna pay out the ass
trying to smoke away the devastation
why's it moccasin shoes on the block with the blues
I ain't flockin' with fools that claim the top of the ruse,
sometimes they get tight and don't seem to fit right
but once they been drug through the mud it's like the fuse lights…
No more land to take too late for that mistake
rezervations make home for Indians that never break
it takes powerful people to overcome the evil
ain't no question the direction we're headed ain't for the feeble,
minded or spirited
in weak
the soul mirrored it
showed ya true thoughts
its fear and ya bearing it
we move with stealth
and maintain a good health
'cuz only the fittest will finish with no help
You can tell my blood was spilled
yesterday but tomorrow
my wounds will heal, wounds will heal
You mighta, you mighta caught me, you mighta
caught me in the past,
you mighta caught me in the past but I'm moving
fast to tomorrow..
Born with the instinct of warriors we reign
but with the Indian name society tightens chains
equal opportunity this idea's something new to me
pressure in any measure
to be fair doesn't get through to me
wild man primitive I squash the profile
crush it with a buckshot and smile
strength's in my blood we eat dirt and mud
we sweat and we bleed
we train and we run.
No moccasins just shoes
here take more then your share of abuse
most bitch don't care if its loose
hope somebody there when you bruised
you'll be lucky if you got a kola
I've seen world turners on the corner since last October
this shit is over if bitch swinging hips switching gonna control ya
wont see none of 'em fishing something fitting six out the holster
get closer don't succumb to the force of
your brain at a loss for
your name on a roster
You can tell my blood was spilled
yesterday but tomorrow
my wounds will heal, wounds will heal
You mighta, you mighta caught me, you mighta
caught me in the past,
you mighta caught me in the past but I'm moving
FAST to tomorrow..
inviata da giorgio - 1/12/2010 - 08:32
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Lyrics & Music by Arohed and Talksik
Album: Indiens
"Yesterday we might have slipped but tomorrow catch us miles ahead."
"This is about the pains that we have endured during our known history and how we have to go about making the future a better time.."