Correction Lyrics I’m Indian (Lyrics) by Rucka Rucka Ali

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Ok
Guess whos back
From the dead
Indians
(What kind)
American

White man come with no passport
From that shore
I'm not that sure
I trade white man my land for
Smallpox
Then I die
Hello little kiddies sit right here
I'll tell you a story of quill and steer
And I don't mean steer like flying over trees
And dropping napalm on the Vietnamese
Woah woah woah what
My people commune with birds
And smoke signals sent from android
In our tribal apartment in Detroit
And that's not an actual condo
That's just a metaphor
I live in cycles
I was a fox last time
Now im in a government subsidized top flor high rise
Good god cars go by
The pollution brings a tear to my eye
And I get sad in a teepee with a bongo
Can't see where did the sun go
I talk to the ghosts and spirts
Say a little who who and I can hear it
(UMMM)
My spirits fixed
I live in a house of rocks and sticks

Now im gonna wear no pants
Get those grants
Yeah boy get that cash
Whoops I mean squirrel
Woo woo woo
(I use it for my fur)
I Now do this
Wow wow wow
Just do this
Wow wow wow
Go crazy
Go Crazy
We're lazy

I'm apache all the trashy white girls have diseases
We catch it they're so ratchet
They wiped out my people
Now we're on a reservation
Smoking weed and heavy drinking
Living simply with no greed and
Wanting nothing but our freedom and our government check

This land gave us birth
We get what we need from the earth
We like to surf
We don't believe in owning land or doing work
We have no jail
We have no crime
Our casinos provide good time
We pay
No gamboling fine
Inside the tribal line

Now im gonna wear no pants
Shout them chants
Yeah boy get that cash
Whoops I mean squirrel
Woo woo woo
(The moon is my timer)
I Now do this
Wow wow wow
Just do this
Wow wow wow
Go crazy
Go Crazy
We're lazy

My kombucha was just boxed up
Sold to Walmart to sell to the white man
I burn plastic to make cardboard
I don't pay taxes cause
Im Cherokee
Driving in a Bentley
I love nature
Hit me on the pager
If she's in danger lets not rape her
Like some white b*t*h

Now this is the park where the sacks hang out
Navaho nation reservation grounds
Everyone sings like hey hum how
That's the whole melody
Only one note
Not 7/11
Im a red man not a red dot on the head
With praise to a elephant and bake sah bread
We're natives
In vegas
Take the blanket the white man gave us
Now im gonna wear no pants
Get those grants
Yeah boy rape that cactuce
Whoops I mean squirrel
Woo woo woo
(Is that better or worse)
I Now do this
Wow wow wow
Just do this
Wow wow wow
Go crazy
Go Crazy
We're

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