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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

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