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The might of my proud ancestors
Bestowed upon me by the Gods
The glorious blood within my veins
Bred from the living seeds of Ar

I am the Armen,

man
With soul and spirit out on native lands
Out with friends, getting drunk with the aliens
Yeah, to be a dead poet, oh captain, oh captain, our trip

envisioned
Serve you niggas to be attentive to my scriptures
Fruits of this wisdom worth more than any riches
By eloquence all things could be obtained
I'm

Home in San Antone

Hank Thompson

Sound of the Brazos Valley

1998

and felt I was alone
When I feel like braggin' I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be

Unlimit your dark you are full of or not
I’ve broken every mirror inside
Though anytime I could put it back just part by part
And you’re not me,

chilenos. Estos tres elementos del paisaje nacional son descritos en ""Estampas de la Patria"": la cordillera, donde en las mañanas sale el Sol, la ciudad con

know how each of us found me?
Because faded orders unlock native disorders mining excessively
And by consequence we keep forcing ourselves under notions

to one

When the reverend 
Richard Bourne
Met with the natives 
Long been here
He taught 'em prayers
With naive promises
That faith meant nothin
More

Ngane, K-Master, Native Rhythms
Sphethu, bathi iTsotsi By Nature gazi
Emalok'shini
Buka

Bayabhibhidla, bafisa ukudiliza izinja mazigijima
Isigidi

can take 
Natives the friendliest 
Genuine when we speak
Dudes be hollin' like wazaam
Followed by yaheardmeh 
We be asking how ya doin 
Followed by

stop (don't stop it)
Keep rocking (keep rocking y'all)

[Kardinal Offishall]
On some new stuff
The native son like Richard Pryor
'Cause we move ta, your

Green light green light
Passing by anyways anyways
It dont matter what color
Take me back with you ion wanna be here
Ima catch a flight myself
If thats

even perfect partly
So long son, peace dun
Nat you was a blast
You grew up and blew up 
Way too freakin fast
Next verse, lets split the D
Now Nat yous

cities
Shackled by misery
No use for relief

Clever men sat apart
Secret council
Nothing remained to enjoy
In their native land

Body broken by wounds

and there's liters of our blood on streets paved
By our ancestors, guess this makes 400 years a slave
Somewhere in America, The Natives laying patient
While

dead in a pair of Nike airs/this here is savoirfare/I'm a native son speaking in a foreign tongue wit the war on drugs thejunkies one /them crackers gave

and trapping 
We Zulu 
Loved by the local and natives 
The Players and raiders 
Rocking big bands 
We in slayer 
Uh
Patted myself on the back 
Thought about

reapers (Spooky)
Death's cousin is a sleeper
My bed feels six feet deeper

Paralyzed by a haunting
The inner city is daunting
Nigga stripped down for

steps back
Muddy waters for our sons and our daughters can’t relax
Put ya phone down cuz you bein watched by a drone now
Everybody know that they be all

to a place we did not recognize

Freedom was gifted from fathers to sons
We let our children down by promises of a better life
Lost the freedom we so prized

gonna win the battle

So many children evicted
From their homes
Scrolled by like a picture
On a phone
But all night they've been
Sleeping on a floor
With

I been outlawed lately 
Trying to tell the world that religion won't save em'
So i move in the rhythm of the Son
Started with dominion, thats what

paid for by a
Carcass that resembles yours
Born in the heart of the empire
You're worth more than others just like you
But less then the native ones

Hell's Half Acre

Robbie Robertson

Robbie Robertson

1987

Down on Hell's half acre (again)

She wrote me a letter and said what have they done
Placed a crown of thorns on this native son
Oh, maybe they're