Please sir please won’t you tone down the violence,
Do for the future so it doesn’t go down to my kids,
Grab all that’s bottled inside and throw out the virus,
Instead of cursing and killing to tone out the sirens,
Stop with the ripping you from your throat to your eyelids,
We just can’t see the view, what you see around the holes in your iris,
We’ve heard you scream and yell, ‘behold this is my gift’,
Your accelerating too fast so we throw out the spike strips,
Like when you say ‘watch as he goes down in my grip’,
At the funeral putting the rose down in my clip,
Shooting through your tomb like behold this is life’s kiss,
Without my pride I’m ready to be thrown down this high cliff,
The scars on my paws are small so it’s shown how I might slip,
The loudest in the room gets his throne thrown down to the shy kids,
Like Nagasaki, need your whole squad to stop me bombs blown down these islands,
Listening to the echos of my soul and there’s no sound of kindness,
So when you go round the blind kids you’re only shown what your life is
Come on bro calm all that Speaking Native Pride,
Like you and your peeps creep to wait and hide,
Motherfucka you must be dreamin me erase my pride?
You can keep runnin I’ll be screamin ’STAY ALIVE!’
Trust me it’s more fun more like a whore’s son sleepin way inside,
Tomahawk’ll stop ya watch die in the PM whether day or night,
Like all my cultures good for is to be dreamin of Vegas life,
So I stay up screamin with rage inside caged in my reservation life,
No pride in a room with no light I just stay up SCREAMING it’s so late at night,
But I grew up in a culture with my fathers teaching so it’s ok to fight,
And I grew up prideful you’ll be catchin an eyeful cause really it’s ok to die,
Dancing around the fires taunting the reaper’s reaping so I wait for mine,
Just a red man with no meth, headress to yo chest sleeping? You’ll hate to find,
A rapist mind’s been taken by the most savage motherfucker screaming NATIVE PRIDE,
Until the day I die I pressure these oppressors, shit I spit sweetly in the face of mine,
What? Was I supposed to take my red soul bleeding use some bleaching just to make it white,
Fuck all that please and thank you, with suck ease to shank you so I raise my knife
Alright man well at least chill with all these hopeless multies,
They aint cool a fool with no skill and that’s wat the dopest told me,
That shits so played out just stay down and that was my closest homie,
No Multies? Then how the fuck are you fucks supposed to know me,
Without them where would the one who dispersed verses that were broken coldly,
Where would the Native who curses these verses so worthless yet spoken boldly,
I’ve spent over 3 years perfectin my craft, my raft so I am floatin lonely,
I lost my entire multi journal but I won’t let those words stolen own me,
Instead I type with new struggles open with chewed knuckles swollen homie,
At Rodeos bulls with broken domes and loose buckles broken on me,
Siberia Russian cold and yes that’s fuckin cold like my balls are frozen homie,
Shit I can rhyme with no sense, buy with no cents like I’ve stolen something