Black Moses - My Native

My native
Indian man spoke of his lost plan
And he blowed a tune
And I shared my food
Lived and built on his land
But when he reaches out a tired hand you just glance
'Cause I'm talking about my native
Living his life because he has no home
This is my land
And it's not for sale
Beg me or trade me
If not then we're killed
My native, my native
So artistic in his ways
And addicted to the other
Struggling Earth is a mother
Find him at the triangle
Sharing spirits with his brothers
Brave for being their own color
The plains he once walked on now covered with stone
Buffalo gone but their spirits roam
Wanted life he said, I wanted love
Gave me pain, death and no freedom
Wanted life, wanted love
Gave me pain, death and no freedom
No freedom, No freedom, No
Yes I'm talking about my people, the Indian nation
Spirit wolf he says, fuck the government
They don't give a damn about my people who live on this land
Wanted life he said, I wanted love
Gave me pain, death and no freedom
Wanted life, wanted love
Gave me pain, death and no freedom
No freedom, No freedom
No freedom, No freedom

Written by:
Carl Smith

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