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mean by that is, there's this um
There's this James Baldwin interview
Where he is discussing
When he was writing Native Son
How he was growing up

colored men are free.

I heard Victoria plainly say, If we would all forsake
Our native land of slavery, cnd come across the Lake.
That she was standing

Canadian, I am Canadian.

(Improv Solo)

Oh, Canada, our home and native land,
True Patriot Love, in all (of our / thy sons) command,
With glowing hearts, we

stay out of the way
Coolidge
Made Native Americans citizens of the USA
He reduced taxes and reduced by 25% the National Debt
He Ushered in the Roaring

I'll hang by the trees

Blessed are the martyrs and the saints
Covered in blood from all the native sons and wraiths
Line the bodies in a row
Silent

WcR

W cR
What has the world become? 
The poor man is the native son
We are  born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles 
With his devilish

Ida-Ho

Sex Gang Children

Blind

1992

talking anymore 
Ida lurks behind every door 
Give her the key and she's ready to fire 
She's a native and she understands 
Americana the son of Sam

in their native land
Their only recourse was to flight
Tracing the path of the sun by day
And led by the north star at night
Onward they pressed

Return like Kipling's dead son
Summoned by monkey paw
A thousand Philistines slain with
A donkey's jaw gave them the rule of
Law, schools, roads, jobs,

Whoa
Whoa

The only poison I've had is ivy
The only man I fear is God
No snakes can make me run now
'Cause I've been bit by 'em all
No buck

Watch me groove, Imma sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I talk

My auntie still give the God the glory
Shot by the book depository
Never heard one

by the throat
Gotta get a grip but I'm at the end of my rope
I'm not perfect, I know, I know

And if I had a spare moment
I'd probably loan it

an endangered son
I was spared by a mother's dream
I was saved by the power of love
I was snatched from the fire of greed

Great river road where justice rolled

Possessed by the Serpents Vengeance

Aeternus

Ascension of Terror

We dwell in purity
Beneath a sea of abundance
Content with the nurture
Of our native land

We are awakened in torment
Stabbed by the oppressors

Home in San Antone

Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

Western Swing on the Radio

1991

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

changing the native dialect but you ain’t listening, 
you might get an ignore when passing them in the store, 
cause they predict by next year you’re gone,

MORPHEUS, GIMME THE BLUE PILL AND THE RED ONE            
 AND THE GREEN ONE
  AND THROW IN A BOTTLE OF JAMESON

I'M NOT THE FAMOUS ONE - I'M THE NATIVE SON

Expensive Pens

Action Bronson

Blue Chips

2012

on the headrest
Bitch
Buscemi frame by my favorite chair
Asian hair on a Dominican with Cajun flare
I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends
Mother

seeping
Plus rock a shit eating grin for the weekend
It's all the same in Ukraine, unsurprised fame
Getting denied by some size queens
He fine, he's not

Rage

Mystik Journeymen

The Black Sands ov Eternia

1999

Enraged in cages, enslaved in graves
We lay, relay, we play 
Beating on drums till the warrior battle comes
Native son chasing the moon in smoke filled

But I choose just one side
In a place where you find
Gringos being glorified
Natives are being denied
And inequality is high so

I’m coming home
But not

I hide it with smiling
My parents too are children of the sun; I still get judged
I feel like I turned out to be a decent son 
I still know where is

tongues of favorite sons expunged by haters' love
Invaders' love
Plaintive tales of sacred fails blown up to giant size riot size

We can amortize,

the daughters took the sons
Cut the hair off everyone
Beaten by a Priest or Nun
Just for speaking our Native Tongue
Missing daddy missing mom
Should I stay