Native settlements
Chorus:
Dont touch
Us
Dont drug
Us
Dont ail
Us
Too many god damn
Years soiled
In fear
Verse 1:
Sick of
The cultures
Sick of the
Vultures
Prediction
Of pain
How come
I have a fear
In my brain
Even though
Im only a
Quarter
Native i fear
For my sons
Future
Butchered
Family
Members
From rape and
Abuse
No way to
Loosen the
Noose
My momma
Told me was
Mentally and
Physically
Abused
From the
Ounces
Of drugs
And alcohol
She had abused
For years
Growing up
Past all of
Her fears
Shes in her
Fifties now
Shifting sides
I see the lies
Grew up in
Toronto and
Alberta
These two places
You probably never
Heard of
Just like
Popler
Same with my
Momma she
Was raped
And beaten just
Because of
The colour
Of her skin
I think
My son
Might just
Live within
Because he
Looks white
Quite so like
His mommas
And poppas
And grandmas
And generations
From before
Beginned with
A grin
I have a smile
On my face
But
I have lost
It costic
Feeling so
Basic for
Not knowing
Shit read
The textbooks
And go online
It will show you
Why our people
Never shine
Nothing more
Than another
Statistic
Chorus:
Dont touch
Us
Dont drug
Us
Dont ail
Us
Too many god damn
Years soiled
In fear