1. |
Tribes and Tribulations
02:39
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Tribes and tribulations!
Tribes and tribulations!
Existence!
Resistance!
Resilient, we stand!
Tribes and tribulations!
Tribes and tribulations!
In this world where they're fighting war of white and black,
I stand a red man.
Constantly looking over my shoulder,
Cuz there's always somebody ready
To rob me of my life or my land.
Or both of them at the same time.
Is our existence a crime?
They're attacking our communities,
stripping us of our rights.
While we're picking up the pieces doing our best to survive,
They fund this violence,
Enforce silence,
and deny this fucking genocide.
(Tsitsitsas language)
They take our babies,
When they're just little girls,
and tell us prostitution is the life that they chose.
They rape our babies,
when they're just little girls,
and tell us prostitution is the life that they chose.
++Chorus++
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2. |
We Don't Run
02:14
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3. |
The Determined Nation
01:54
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You didn't make it this far in life,
For nothing.
Understand cousin,
You're here for something.
You gotta give it time!
Trust me!
Patience is the longest lesson.
But you got it in you!
The eyes of the Chiefs are around.
They often speak only when you are seeking the sound.
The Determined Nation's in your blood,
It always has been.
It's there when you fall and it's there when you stand.
The Determined Nation's in your blood,
It always has been.
It's there in your heart and its there in your hands.
We are surviving.
In your eyes
We are surviving.
In your fight
We are surviving.
In your light
We are surviving.
We are surviving with you!
We are!
We are!
We are the Determined Nation!
We are!
We are!
We are the Determined Nation!
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4. |
One Last Song
02:59
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Can you hear me?
Do you listen when I speak?
Can you tell that I am having trouble trying to breathe?
Because I'm holding in tears that I refuse to shed.
You've made I choice I can't accept.
Please don't leave me here.
Stay.
Just stay a little longer.
Give me a chance to try and make things better.
Please don't say it's time for you to go.
I know that it is time for you to go.
++Chorus++
Before you go
Before you're gone
Sing me one last
One last song
Before you go
Before you're gone
Sing me one last
One last song.
One last song.
You told me you would always be right here by my side.
Dried my eyes and tell me everything's fine.
How dare you leave me here after all this time.
I try but I don't think I'll ever understand how you could give up like that.
I'll never be the same but thats okay.
I guess I'll have to live with that.
Please don't say it's time for you go.
I know that it is time for you to go!
(Tsitsitsas language)
++Chorus++
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5. |
Music Maker
03:04
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Look what they did to me
Look how they got me scattered
Bet when you shot me down
You thought I wouldn't stand up after
But I'm not no coward
Its not in my blood to be
Can you say the same mothafucka?
Oh you're scared of me?
Yeah I would be too
If I was standing in your shoes
And we were toe to toe
A fucking native with an attitude
With way too much to prove
And ain't got shit to lose
Being silent I will refuse
You tried to break me
Tried to tell I'm mistaken
That the world is never changing
And there's no way I can make it
So embrace it
I am nothing I am nothing
Want me buried and forgotten
Still I stand and I'm not falling
Living proof is what I call it
Every step that I'm taking
I promise won't be forsaken
I will not fall or be shaken
My home I will be retaking
My life I will be reclaiming
My soul I will be saving
Right here I will be remaining
Resiliently remaining
I will remain
++Chorus++
We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreams
We are the silence breakers
We are the truth when it speaks
We won't be quiet we won't be forgotten
I'm related to the lighting
A cousin to the thunder
People plotting on the different ways that they can put me under
Convinced that when I"m gone the message that I serve will crumble
Or fall on deaf ears and never be heard of
But seven days to the night
I'm inevitably shot down
Thunder will call my name
While lighting touches to the ground
The dirt from where I lie will form in to a great red cloud
And from that storm I'll be reborn
Not body
But by sound
Shouts of the message
The lessons
Generations of knowledge that I have gracefully been given
Still living and breathing
Still songs I'll be singing
Until the chiefs decide it's time for me to go and be leaving
So let the words that I hears from wise man resonate
Go ahead and tell them that I said it
I'll have written on my grave
And tattooed on my chest
i won't be forgotten
I won't be forgotten
++Chorus++
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6. |
ISOKOYISIT
01:30
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This is the sound of us making our own crowd
If you feel it sing it loud
Peigan isokoyisit
This is the sound of indigenous and proud
Of never leaving our ground
Pikuni isokoyisit
Our voices echo through the valleys
And the cities
And the reservations
Siksika isokoyisit
Born from our victories
And knowledge of our history
Our tongues we'll never cease to speak
Our songs we'll never stop from singing
One eight seven six
Don't you ever forget the digits
Don't mistake this for set
Mothafucka this is a movement!
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7. |
Mia
03:48
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Mia grew up at the end of a dirt road
There's a dog on a chain on the side of her double wide home
When she wears here crooked smile
Her eyes will shine behind the dark and fine hair
That graces her face of youth
Mia grew up at the end of a dirt road
There's a camp near her town full of men who are mining for coal
When she walks from school to home
Grown men will follow
Whistle and insult the skin that graces her face of youth
Mia Woke up at the end of her dirt road
Grown men watch from truck on the side of her double wide home
So now when she walks from school to home
She takes her dog so she is not alone
To try and save her grace and youth
A body washed up in lake near a dirt road
She has bruises around her throat her
Her clothes are torn
A dog lays on its side, its feet are bound and tied
With bullets in each eye
The feds called it a suicide
They said Mia was depressed
She had a sickness in her head
They blamed her death on her
Instead of them
And now the girls in town are scared
As one by they disappear
And the country blinds its eyes to genocide
Mia was nine years old
Mia was nine years old
Mia was nine years old
Mia was nine years old
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