Lyrics:
TRAYVON
WE HAVE TO CARRY ON - FOR OUR NATIVE SON - WE ARE ALL TRAYVON
IT’S BEEN SO MANY YEARS NOW
SINCE DR. KINGS BEEN GONE
BUT OUR FAITH IN HIS DREAM
on your
Children's
Hands,
Feet,
Necks,
The Patriots made several attempts to muzzle our native sons' chronicles from sermons to literary books
Therefore,
Guitars ring through the dead of night
Scream so blue sound so right
Make you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man
A native son in a foreign
and say I'm a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo someday she's goin' to be my very own
And we'll buy a high chair in a year
tribe
A Place you can hide
'Til the war has begun
'Cause in the fields before the flood
You'll be spilling blood
Like a native son
Where you
Evidence from the trauma up in the reservations
Domestic violence, Drug abuse that's just the basics
BP duckin cases
Native sons trapped in cages
to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their homelands
By governments seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called
The way my fingers paint your body
Don't they draw the truth
See me as a one of one, native son
Even though we run with a pack of wolves
See me
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
of elevation
Taken by an alien invasion, they faced it
Do you wanna ride inside of my spaceship?
Shotgun' to ya dome ridin' shotgun
Pedal to the metal with
a deadly rain of lead
As they hovered over treetops
He would watch as natives fled
Watch as natives fled
When they were dropping napalm
He imagined hearing
When Jim and Charlie were six years old
Hiram took em down to the boarding school
As a foster kid and a native father
I was forced to think that he
of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you say don't ya know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
each other!
Treason has reared itself a throne
Enemy poisoned our people's souls
By deceit and damnation...
Bloody glows brighten the night up
Echoes
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my
don't want to know
Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce
Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced
But it's not their spears that spill
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with
Natives had recently killed James’ son, Peyton. The tree survived until it was hit by lightning in 1956.
When you are older I will tell you a tale
you sons
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