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Track Name: Warpath
First you should know that I have risen through the fire

in colorful buckskin, the object of my desire

is the colour of my skin so divided are my kin

watch me turn the tables ‘til we eating like some kings

in beautiful headdresses the culture is so impressive

I’m just hoping I absorb it when he’s passing me the message

because baby it’s depressing, living in this mess we call a home

we should take it back to chokers resting on the collar bone;

arrowheads ride along, the enemy’s like Styrofoam

piercing through the strongest armor death in genocidal form

and still I stand, a singular red man

with Jupiter size heart forever reppin’ my clan

the eagles an old man watching over my plans

I’m talking real shit baby, no faking here for the fans

I’m shouting out Bobby Jones, my aunties, my Moshom George

I’m drawing all of my strength from my people here before me man.

Hook whoh!!! Big chief in the building everybody take your place whoh!!

Remove your feelings if you wanna ride with me whoh!!

We about to go to war right now, no petty-ass beef whoh!!

When it all goes down whose gonna ride with me? Whoh!!

When it all goes down whose gonna ride with me? Whoh!!

When it all goes down whose gonna ride with me? Whoh!!

When it all goes down whose gonna ride with me? Whoh!!

When it all goes down whose gonna ride with me?

Blessed is the man with sons who walk beside him

not enough leaders out there we should be riding

they left our people broken but homie don’t play the possum

learn to grow yourself a set because you can bet there’s nothing promised;

they saying I’m a problem, they call me public enemy

but they don’t understand that, I hold it down for my family

and I hate it when they say that, I won’t be shit cause I’m Native

because in my mind we’re the strongest

we were built tough for the ages ( ay ay!!).

Give me back mine before I take that,

you don’t want that where my braves at?

Put’em up high with a braid of the sweetgrass,

put a prayer up, if you ain’t gonna ride then get back with your weak ass!

No room for the weak or the type of speech that brings us down,

We need them soldiers to be strong when the badman comes to town (ride out!)