The blood runs cold as them police files.
Society watches along as we are ***** &
defiled.
The tears seep deeply as the wounds left unhealed.
Crimes unpunished and concealed.
They fear us as savages.
While we fear for our lives.
We are fraught with disadvantages.
But they still refuse to hear our cries.
Our screams, our pleas.
To not be treated differently.
Left to be Buried…
In unmarked graves just like our ancestors.
Leaving the survivors without any closure.
Perhaps we haven’t changed at all?

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

From living on welfare to living fairly well.
Grew up in church like kapowski,
Guess we were both saved by the bell.
I can guarantee there’s a God compadre,
cause I’ve been through hell.
But I refuse to drag my *** on the pavement,
Even if that **** does sell.
Cause imma true rebel,
And only time will tell.
If I succeed of fail.
So, You see, pray tell, I hope you listen closely, listen well.
Gotta keep one’s intents not stuck on your pretence.
I relent that fact that **** can get intense in an instance.
Enough to make one dive in a pool filled with incense.
Offend the masses with insensitivity,
Yet Treating it like a **** trapped within tents.
No place to run when incensed, at least until one pays them in cents.
Cause that makes sense, doesn’t it?
At least to the insensible next generations,
That needs to be carried like a decimal.
But is that truly justice at all?
Uh..

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

They tell me to be quiet, bruh I don’t buy it.
They call me a savage, yet I’m not the one who’s violent.
So, I’m not about to dial it down for you clowns that grow silent.
When I reveal the truth once denied and paid off with benevolent funds.
Which loaded the bullets for tiny Tim’s gun.
Cause we’re only good when we’re gone!
I am second to none, go ahead buy my merch.
Than Get told off for wearing a cap in the church, must be capping, cause they ain’t humble enough to get off their perch.
God don’t care about appearances, he cares for the hurt, so before you judge us at least do your research!
Uh…
I ain’t a republican, a democrat, or a conspiracy theorist.
I simply don’t trust politicians, aristocrats, or  cbc journalists.
I trust in the alpha and omega, the OG purist.
That’s why I support Israel and not barbaric Hamas terrorists!
Yes sir!

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

My inner child traumatized; been defiled,
Felt stuck, cause I couldn’t recognize the patterns.
Like A sinner man left to fantasize in the wild.
Hard to chin up, while being ostracized and told I don’t matter.
Yet I still climbed that corporate ladder with a fake it to make it smile.
Cause I knew I was built for greatness.
Like a game of blackjack, it took till 21,
When I felt like life wasn’t such a bust.
But as they say, to be fine tuned requires maintenance.
And for me Poetry was an arrow I learned to aim with and deconstruct.
So, Shout out to fresh ie and Lecrae for getting me out that darkness!
That basement I was chained in,
Lusting, over-eating and gamed in.
Cause I didn’t know how to cope with all the demons I got cursed with.
Passed on by ancestors that got whipped.
Got enslaved which ingrained into the mind set.
Taught to hate our people and ourselves,
But only now do we work to rewind it.
And though I may be two generations from it,
They say it’ll take 5 more to truly heal from it.
Thing is this goes way beyond one’s culture or the colour of our skin.
It goes back to our sin, it goes back to when we thought we knew what was best;
So we went and broke Gods coven.
But don’t feel down, nor fear the end, for God will give us strength and help us not give in!

Cause we was built for this! Built for this!
No weapon formed against us;
Could ever make us quit! Never make us quit!
Cause brother we was built for this! Built for this!

Sliding, huff and puff, just minding;
My own, getting high ain’t nothing;
Till it’s something, like momma when she see me mumbling off.
Under the tongue, thinking I’m sly enough.
Till I meets them ***** cuffs, that smack down, **** gets rough.
But I ain’t no hufflepuff, i’m a man, and my experiences helped me understand.
How to work them cards in my hand.
Gotta to fake it to you make kid,
In other words this **** is a scam.
Gotta avoid the beats that turns into the heat of the man.
Yeah that, Red and blue that’ll turn you black and blue;
Cause they don’t hold back unlike your old mam.
And prison ain’t no better, get tagged, then leave with a gun and lives in your hand.
But by then will ya even give a ****?
Uh!
Like the window to my soul, step back and watch me juxtapose.
Got break through this pane, the shackles left, raw and exposed.
Cause I Couldn’t cut it any closer if I chose.
Just Reaping what I sowed, as the reapers coming close.
I will never show, I will never slow, when I come face to face with my foes!
Cause Being Steadfast is all I know!

Steady hustlings all I know.
It’s all I know, it’s all I know.
Making something outta nothing;
Man that’s how I roll, that’s how I roll.
Real recognize real that’s how it goes!

Ride or die, steady hustlings all I know.
It’s all I know, it’s all know.
Making something outta nothing;
Man that’s how I roll, that’s how I roll.
Real recognize real that’s how it goes!

Quick stepping, hold the breath in.
Nesquick bunny am I hoping or hopping?
Amongst these land mines that means certain death.
Just one wrong step, what do I have left?

Positive Change is trauma unlearning,
Gotta be the role model I was always yearning.
Cause I know what it’s like when my canoe was sinking.
Vicarious victim drinking with sharks,
Was never the best at swimming.
Or confronting my problems,
For awhile I was sitting.
For awhile I was drowning.
At the back of the bus with the rest of the goblins.
Until I stood my ground like Rosa Parks,
Straight spitting.
Speaking truth even if I’m portrayed as the **** villain!
After all, I’m used to it cause I’m a **** ***** Indian!
A savage in need of sterilization.
Today we just call it cancelation.
Cause snowflakes both left and right can’t handle a native with education.
No wonder we are so underfunded cause they don’t want restoration.
They don’t want truth nor reconciliation.
They want us to keep us starved so we rely on their salvation.
Ooh ****! Better start…

Quick stepping, hold the breath in.
Nesquick bunny am I hoping or hopping?
Amongst these land mines that means certain death.
Just one wrong step, what do I have left?

Feels like I’m trying to swim upstream,
When for the longest time residential schools,
Were treated as ponzi schemes.
Or as justifiable things.
And I can’t lie that growing up that **** did sting!
Was silenced and punished by the authorities.
And I ain’t just talking police,
I’m talking anyone that held power over folks like me.
Hell I Can’t even go shopping without being assaulted and asked for my receipt!
Cause after all I’m the thief, a snotty nose Rez kid that needs to go back to his tepee!
Where health and safety is decreased,
But yawl don’t care or share mercy.
To us Street beasts.
You know what? **** these land mines,
I don’t care if ya triggered!
Better prepare yourself to be decolonized,
By your friendly neighbour hood prairie…

Verse 1:
Boom. Bombs going off me.
Check the meter, grab the coffee.
Trek through with the Beamer, come on Scotty!
Traffics running a muck, creeping on me.
Beeping on they horns, swearing at me.
So, much for Canadian hospitality.
Sure is wild in the city, especially at night,
Where’s I gots to protect my shawty.
Who be like a melody in my head,
Nagging at me.
Where 5 minutes turns to a couple hours probably.
A broken record of almost done, like sure you will hunny.
And even though I’ve been around the block,
I still can’t find parking.
Going around in circles,
Like it’s a synopsis of my whole life story.
Except this **** makes less cents,
Than a Canadian loonie.
Guess we can thank Trudeau and his liberal carnies.
Man, At this point I’d rather our Prime Minister be Barney.
We live in a world full of injustice just ask Johnny.
A man who got cancelled and labeled an enemy.
Without proof in the pudding,
Unlike Bill Cosby.

All heroes ain’t super,
To be a villain is easy,
All ya haves to do is give heathens the big bird,
Like ya was Mr.hooper
Plus ya get way more dinero, can sit back and puffs the reefy.
Why help the needy?
Survival of the fittest, ain’t gots time to be a goofy goober.
What can I say entrepreneurs are greedy!
So, come on pass the hookah, it’s been a long day.
And Pour some malice intent through the flask,
Enough to upset buddha or one’s bay.
Cause I wokes up with a hooka in a room filled with ashtrays.
When I was s’post to go to the preacha man’s house on Sunday.

What can I say? I think villains got it easy in this day and age!
In a world where…
Good guys receive so much disdain.
What can I say? Victim mentality is ingrained.
That’s why villains got it easy in this day and age.

Heroes philosophy otherwise known as a Villains dichotomy.
Write ******* wherever you end up burying me.
Truth be told, I know one day they’ll silence me.
Cause I don’t fit the mold of ignorance and complacency.
Too many aloof in reality, sold to a narrative of victim mentality.
Where Blaming the Herero white man is top priority.
That ain’t woke, it’s discrimination policy.
But apparently ya can’t be racist to the honkies.
At least that’s what the Karen professors tell me.
The inconvenient Indian challenging their privilege and authority.
Ain’t **** changed, we just accepted a different extremist philosophy.
That will become the death of democracy.

What can I say? I think villains got it easy in this day and age!
In a world where…
Good guys receive so much disdain.
What can I say? Victim mentality is ingrained.
That’s why villains got it easy in this day and age.