Blinded by civilization, Native they dubbed URBAN
At least that's what they called me, watchin' Kermit
Ambassador to a new type of warrior, I'll run with it
I’m Heyoka, now look what I done with it, comes with his Blackstone
Sing me one, make it the flag song, but don't get the words wrong
14 languages, anguished if you said "Land of the free, home of the Braves"
Indigenous Holocaust, home of the slaves, just like mass graves
Police brutality and cage, make you say "Gangster rap made me do it"
Honest DNIS is the truest, on the warpath with my coupstick
It's funny 'cause I'm stupid, anything goes, turquoise ring on my pinky toe
Like I'm crazy in a sacred way, long road straight to the grave
Till my casket drops, in it every day, buried alive and broken-hearted
Letters are like flowers, early departed, death by a thousand cuts
Internally bleeding, put everything in these letters, sacrifice it freely
Tell my baby I love her, give thanks to her mother
Someone tell my cousin, "Don't play keep away from a brother"
One foot in the furor, see you when you get here or on the contrary
With unfinished business, things can get scary when you don't see the light
Ain't no sunshine in an unquiet grave, welcome to Devil's Night
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