sitting back smoke a stack hidden in the grass 

gotta space cowboy living by the tracks 

in the morning he goes  down to lay bear traps

and he knows that i’m waiting on his path with a bow and arrow strapped to my back id love to take his bone marrow back to my fam.  

he said he’s american what is american

we were here long before they could say american 

i’ve been loving mother earth and the bear and air and land

since I’ve been american 

you just think the upper hand is what makes you american


to me the beauty can be in water river trees 

to you it’s the slaughter gold digger industry

They say they’re free

but thats curious to me because they’re always furious and very uncourteous 

to many that they greet they spread disease 

another dirty sheet and then they watch us bleed from soars in our feet

and then they take our homes and our women and our seeds

now we roam like the buffalo with nothing to eat

but today could be the day i take revenge with an arrow head right through the spleen