Frosty - Not Exotic

Red like
The blood that's in your eyes
Too much white light
Will make the world go blind
But the blue sky
Reflects what's on its mind
And the three murdering my beliefs
This that ancient tribal
Method of survival
Never thought I'd ever see the Diablo flex the Bible
Like performative recital
A story of cosmic rivals
An eye for an eye
Will have us blind upon arrival
Brown feminine disciple
Teaching lessons of the land
Stories of the seeds
And potent potions of the plants
When the rivers run dry
Our tears will fill them up again
We are the stars up on your skin
The shadow of the wind
The heaven in your heart resisting genocidal sin
How prophetic can it be
Coming from mouths of tainted men
Don't you ever forget
The prophetess that brought you in
Creator of your kin
And eighth wonder of the world
Oracles exist inside the hearts a little girls
Don't call me exotic motherfucker
I'm indigenous
And even in your most evolved state you couldn't get with this
I'm done being polite cause shit don't ever get done
I'll die to defend before I'll ever turn and run
Johnny's got a gun
Well this woman's got a weapon
Word to warrior spirit
Being righteous is relentless
Spent his last seconds actin' senseless
Pay in pennies for heaven
But it's free to meet you maker
So, let's quit all the pretendin'
The price he'll pay
Will be a world without apostrophes
He will turn to hell
For ever trying to possess me
A deadly
Daughter of the earth
And mother to the masses
Hit you where it hurts
Too much testosterone is tragic
Mercy ain't magic
But it's too late to imagine
Forget about the past
As it seems to be a habit
But baby don't be dramatic cause
I ain't his peace or his-panic at the disco
And if it's too complex
Suppose I'll break it down real simple
I'm the wave and the ripple
Nimble, slangin' triple
Sixes, all my I'm a bitches
Speak in code
And watch for signals
Don't call me exotic motherfucker
I'm indigenous
So save all your assumptions
For bitches that's lackin' melanin
Can't stand the heat
Then get the fuck up out the kitchen
And don't be testing waters
That wasn't yours to begin with
Wanna get specific
Blood and bones be Mexica
Hear it in my tone
And rythmn bumpin' in ya speakers
I'd be lying if I said
"It's really nice to meet ya"
And you'd be dead by now
If I refused to be ya teacher
Waves'll beat ya and eat ya
And witness as you wipe out
Wash you up to shore
Where everybody got the lights out
Show you through the land
You got the nerve to say
"It's my now"
Guess we in the wildest
Of the wild wild West
Put the speakers on blast
And let the truth to the rest
See I'm an old soul I got a lot to confess
We've been here before 1492
Native to the land
Motherfucker who are you
Got your continent's confused
I ain't here to blow your mind
I'm just here to light the fuse
Red like
The blood that's in your eyes
Too much white light
Will make the world go blind
But the blue sky
Reflects what's on its mind
And the three murdering my beliefs

Written by:
Marissa Frausto

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