
First part of this story is tight
‘bout some people who’ve got a fight
And I tell you it defies all reality
It seems that color is heavier than hell
And some people don’t wear it well
So their violence borders on insanity
We all live in a tipi town
Where the canvas is red, white, yellow and black
We’ve become the world’s lost and found
The phœnix’s ashes, traditions are back
Hold on tight, here in tipi town
The second part of this story is loose
‘bout some people who carry a noose
And I tell you it defies all reality
It seems their chains chaff at their skin
And these people are rotten within
With their power they dictate society
Robert Seven-Crows
Native Soul
Production Kwé Kwé