Текст песни: My Native People + перевод

My native people, my dear native people

Treated second-string to them people in charge of them steeples

Religious attributes regurgitated among every reservation to avoid the fact

that we struggled to be deemed lower-classes and segregated

Tribes destroyed and separated

Women and children forcibly fornicated

Harper issued an apology on behalf of the white people to whom which she is

related

I bet they feelin' vindicated like saying sorry will wash it all away

Like every sin that was committed against my ancestors can be blamed on the

priest having a bad day

«Blame it on the era,» I don’t buy that one bit

'Cause the things that I’m speaking on happen still present-day life shit

Stories still swept under the rug that colonialism has provided

You dyin' at alarmin' rates who will never know the joy of buyin' a car and

racking up the mileage

Whose stories stopped before they can understand growing up’s true meaning

For the ones who will never experience the reality of true feelings

This is for the ones who died while watchin' other tribal members dyin'

For the ones who died protecting their families from the hate and all the lies

For the elders whose pain we’ll never fully understand till we see it through

they eyes

This is for the brothers and sisters who stand fist-high on the frontlines

Who agree to mace and rubber bullets in the place of handshakes and highs

put our cold voices on some cold ice

I’m never 'fraid to walk alone

'Cause every step is a path my family can follow

'Cause if I don’t go first, how they can gauge if the puddle is deep or if it’s

shallow?

The better tomorrow is buried underneath hard work, blood, sweat, and the other

Sometimes you have to separate yo’self from the pack like

Head down, focused on the music and not a skin color or even the steps of your

past brothers

Stay to yourself, quiet, kept, humble, but always on target

Like the one that’s put on your back as soon you place product on the market

This is for those natives who hate other races, not understanding that whenever

they do that it’s reverse racism on everybody that’s standing in front of them,

man

For the ones who never made it

And I don’t mean the big leagues, I mean the ones who froze in the woods tryna

get back home to they mom and family

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