Lost Tribes

Anin to my brothers in Rankin and Garden River
Love from the mixed-blood to the land caregivers
The non-tax payers. Tobacco in prayers
Where the wrong steps lead to your death like Dragon's Lair
Yo Juganosh, don't cross the tracks
Or mock and laugh. You might not be walking back
Without a ride and your pockets flat, after Bingo
On the rez we born to be stars like Ringo
Born to scrap and I'm my brother's keeper
But anyone can get it anytime like the reaper
We fight for any reason; season, might lose it
When drunk, we might fight if we don't like your music
Call me Juganosh I'll brawl your whole unit
Truth is, I don't give a fuck like a eunuch
Holocausting us. Smallpoxing us
They boxed in us. Cops accosting us
In their gods we trust. Dudley George - they popping us
And alcohol and drugs is claiming all of us
And no beef can ever be even
So that's why a tribe has gotta pack like they leaving
It's just Tim. That's what's been missing
Make a native want to throw up like two men kissing

Now who the fuck wanna get it
Put the camera to your face as you get beheaded
What? What? Love for my First Nations
You gotta go hard when you part Caucasian
So who the fuck wanna get it
Put the camera on your moms watching you get beheaded
What? What? Love for my First Nations
We only get it back when we all start taking

Although, I've never been arrested
I've still been on top of more squaws than dresses
Casino money. I know the odds
Instead of counting you. I'm counting the cards
Hog the mic like Bo-gart (guard)
And if you give me an inch, I'm taking your whole yard
Blowhards. You can't even hold bars
So I'm a flow hard till even the snow's charred
Don't call a native out from your area
Just come into our hood and set it down like a Harrier
Your gun talk; feeling a trifle of hope
I'm on top of a building with a rifle and scope
Thirty ought six automatting your troops, give 'er
Try to run, it's like tracking a moose... Huh
Just keep it under wraps like falafels
The cadence cuts deep into the track like scalpels
You've been forewarned - I won't conform
Don't call down the thunder - You can't handle the storm
It's just Tim - That's what's been missing
Make an injun wanna throw up like the first Thanksgiving

So who the fuck wanna get it
Granite stupid from inhaling fumes of unleaded
What? What? Love for my First Nations
We only get it back when we all start taking
So who the fuck wanna get it
Put the camera to your face as you get beheaded
What? What? Love for my First Nations
You gotta go hard when your part Caucasian