(The trail of tears) A song I write about the natives
This is a rap song i wrote for the native nation. I hope you enjoy.
V1
Stripped of the rights to live but this is the time to give.
Stories twisted ripped and rewritten in order to hide the guilt.
From all of the Gory victims you might know as the brave natives.
Were every thing in their name was taken recreating this great nation.
To alienation it was wrong but we ain’t gonna take the fall.
Is That why this fake nation came up with all these vacant laws.
It’s native America Dawg, you can’t erase the wrong.
We might be celebrating this ****, but for them the pain ain’t gone.
Picture this in your mind, passing around a piece pipe.
Seeing something in the horizon you’ve never seen in your life.
These guys on giant ships with countless people inside.
For you to spend all your time teaching these lying pricks the means to survive.
Supplying em advice but then they defy the advice.
You've wasted by alienating your tribe and raping your pride.
It ain’t right no wonder why you can’t find the Mohicans.
We extinct em with in the season from our treason leaving.
…The trail of tears…
Hook
Reading this history sickens me Indians in mystery,
For centuries walking a thousand miles attempting to live in peace.
inflicting problems and trauma following terrible years.
unbearable fears for the natives who walked the trail of tears.
V2
I’m sorry things went terribly some things I can barely read.
Cause It scares me the way humanity keeps Acting so carelessly.
Wiping out all resources like there’s not enough air to breathe.
Killing 4000 Cherokees for sharing, just don’t seem fair to me.
So I’m savoring these problems to resolve em like Davy Crochet.
I’m provident but it’s kind of hard to put breaks on a raciest rocket.
In full motion over oceans exposing traces of carnage.
Thinking is there a way to stop it, or am I just wasting my knowledge.
But I gotta give it up for the lost souls slaughtered for gold.
Pulled out of their own teepees gutted and robed of their home.
Yo I don’t know about you but I'm locked and loaded.
To explode on those over exploited explorers cause it’s obvious they don’t own it.
And never did so how can it be thanks giving if you neglected them.
Instead of thanking for giving you ****ing left em *hit.
Because of this, we celibate a day early of my birthday.
praising the day, they were betrayed, turned away as slaves to pace.
The trail of tears
Hook
Reading this history sickens me Indians in mystery,
For centuries walking a thousand miles attempting to live in peace.
inflicting problems and trauma following terrible years.
unbearable fears for the natives who walked the trail of tears.
V3
I remember playing cowboys and Indians as kids.
Always wanted to be the cowboy, cause in the ending he lived.
But now that’s void even the vision of it’s getting me sick.
I’ve been infinitely fix mentally cause now I know who the enemy is.
God sent me this gift, so damn right I’m gonna use it.
With more than two cents to it, until this voice becomes a nuisance.
I was born to do this, tie up the loose ends.
*hit..If they were your *ucking tennis shoes they’d never fit you again.
I wish the world would look through the skin of a human.
Because were are loosing new friends, they way were picking and choosing.
Either sticking and moving ,or just itching to shoot them.
But if you knew them like Truman, this world wouldn’t be so sick and confusing,
Every one has had there fair share of despair ,but nothing will ever compare.
To the ones that were declared rare, like they were never there.
They were the natives, the first nation with there land forsaken.
Invaded by hatred,stripped naked of everything they held sacred.
the trail of tears…..
Hook
Reading this history sickens me Indians in mystery,
For centuries walking a thousand miles attempting to live in peace.
inflicting problems and trauma following terrible years.
unbearable fears for the natives who walked the trail of tears.
Copyright 05/25/2011
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