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Drastic son, master guns that'll run up in plastic ones And then go, crash in the slums One tight army, few good men that'll rep Invade you strongly,
of god churn out the children Tore off the tongues of every native son Ritual Slaughter the native soul Deny the light Once more Stripped of flesh
and casting spells Stung by the spelling bee And they says congratulations You graduated From slavery To paid slavery You actually made it! Here! Take
You brave young sons of Erin's Isle I hope you will attend awhile 'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate 'Twas black and cursed
He became a famous son And his work was never done To bring light to the corners of the world His preaching would impress And many natives professed
There was a boy, our pride and joy A patriot to pay And so by chance, he went to France And all to give his life away He was but one of many sons
We are not alone I couldn't care about where you’re from What flag you wave or your native son There's no such thing as Americans Everyone here's
soup you do voodoo I can't run Loose on the earth like the native son who gone save the world when the rangers done I call to the fo's on the block
boy On the outskirts, of what works Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked Live by the sword and die by the semi Not part of my ways, but
Somewhere, Somewhere far away where I roam there live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home sweet home and takes good care of my native son and he
So how could all these Disease be cured by just giving everyone the same compound We go away from philosophy And just look at reality and God
listen when… we clearly hear her come a whispering…in native tongue without Listermint…us native sons are mischievous…fishing seas of screwed visages…
the daffodil Borne on the wind across mountain and ocean Until self-seeding randomly, thriving untended Native by accident, falling where happenstance falls We
the numberless shades of green? Who stopped to linger in the path? Who saw the world in a blade of grass? Come, sing your song son, native born and bred In
looks like leather by now His woman's got fat and lost all he But, Lord, she's lived up to her vow She looks at her son that's going on twenty He's ready
Yo, what up, dunn? Yo, son, what up? Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'? Word? I got to go see somethin' real
and say I'm a native son of San Antone There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo Someday she's gonna be my very own And we'll buy (Then we'll get)
By white people, and for white people. Native americans, Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the Burden bearers, for the real
on poor natives I've come to believe with some degree of certainty This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see But I am stilled by scripture
a native son of San Antone There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo Someday she's gonna be my very own And we'll buy a highchair in a year or so For our little
and the constitution, reflect the thinking Of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation By white people, and for white people. Native americans, Blacks,
a nigga every time red handed Trying to get more near the top shelf Oh shit oh shit Moved by the ocean coast shit Detroit native native But Im out in LA lit
that son What about the natives and the slaves among the settlers That fought their wars for them and they never get mentioned That most of the founders
the native son Wave speaking in my native tongue Talk back with her body language English probably is her second language Look like a girl from around the way
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