Outcasts

Do you know a people who was treated rotten? Do you still see those who are now forgotten With all the priests creeping, the agents acting all tweaky The feds are wondering what rewards will be reaped Words all deep; enter the white freak with all the abuse to teach Like when it happened at Meech or when the white paper was out of their reach Caught the white man at work without any pants Should've learned to never give the red man a chance Whether you're wearing a sash or breast plate beaded brass You'll pass cause they'll have to take it out to the last So what do you tell the white superior When they see you're not inferior All you see is a tweaker when a drum beat comes When our culture pulsates and leaves you numb Out goes the residential dream Here our grass is still green our water flows in a stream Tried to trick with a white word It's absurd how this treatment first occurred In the end all will be heard