Cry for Indians - I.F.K.

Divin in hell — o’shit!

I see so many faces, introduse ma meat

Suicide?

Right, I neva do what I mean Fight — against who wins

Black — sickness attacks ma eyes Sickness attacks ma ears — spies

Everywhere — bust their asses But we’re not aggresive

White — sickness attacks ma mind Run to tha hills, feel tha speedy wheels

Ruin tha ancient civilisations No mercy for oua patience

Tommy — he’s so poor boy, has no toy Fatha gone west, motha is under arrest

Home sweet home it’s reservation — They not survive like a nation

Fuck!

'N u teel me 'bout tha progress No choice for human knowin less

Than beasts except to kill This manwho runs to tha hill

Discrimination means this kind of organisation

Destitute of their history, have no destiny

Prime guilty has no time To think about — that’s crime

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Radio stations pervert tha situation TV sets lie — hearless cry

Police advise u rest all in peace now attention!

Movements, demonstrations, all this bullshit fiction

This just kind of fuckin addictions To keep tha soul quite and feel right

They think it’s better than fight, but … Yon know man, that yo stupid mentality

Kills in u human, u have no personality U’re impotent puppet in a skillfull hand

And this games will neva end

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