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A grandfather gathers his grandchildren to tell them the story of his people’s past hardships…
Generations ago, things were very different from today
No corporations you know, I miss those times in a way
What I’m gonna say, may change your view of reality
The things you’ve been told by the news, they’re all fallacies
Forget what you’ve read in books, and instead look
To ancestors for questions and answers about the crooks
Who took it as their mission to come and “save our people”
Preaching ‘bout praying steeples, it’s they who made us “evil”-
By definition; don’t get twisted by religion n start hating
It’s sickening how their attrition came without justification
They began attacking, without being provoked first
We were also victims of mud slinging and thrown dirt
People were told our village inhabitants were savages
And anti-American, but where was the logic in that shit
It’s senseless to mention our patriotism in the worst way
Those bastards, we didn’t ask for their help in the first place
Then, they burned our villages down, pillaged it, now
They’ve turned and painted us out as villains and how
Do the killings, and rapings of our wives and daughters
Not get a word, it’s absurd next to all of the slaughters
And the children they’ve killed in “combat” and that’s why
I jump at the chance to still spit at convoys as they pass by
They call us foreigners, with hatred they look at us starring and
It is insane, cause we are the only true native Americans
Then as a peace claim, they gave us a quilt to stop the madness
And now children, just for you, I will explain the patches
There’s one for how they’ve lied to us, and tried to change the truth
One for how they’ve fucked the world, corrupting its youth
One for how this “free” country is merely an illusion
One for every reservation we’ve been forced to move in
One for the peace pipes from which we used to smoke
One for each and every prisoner who’s not allowed to vote
One for all of the Africans never counted as a whole
One for the buried secrets, which I want you now to know
One for our past, which is passed along from man to man
One for the fiction, written in the history books at hand
One for each slaughter that was being lead by spineless
And one for the small pox, which lined this act of “kindness”
Blanket of Lies
fuckers
"i love the place i live, but i hate the people in charge" i.t. (no, not infinte truth")
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Cuz shit is run by fake Christians and fake politicians/
Look at they mansions and look at the conditions you live in/
All they talk about is terrorism on television/
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission/
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion/
Even though Bin Laden was a CIA tactician/
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose/
Fahrenheit 911, that's just scratching the surface...-tech
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