1996

(Take that W and put it on it's side, Its whole different form of life, that's real shit)

I'm talking Hastings, Pender, Powell Street, and Cordova
Headed East you bound to see a human body rolled over
Headed West you start to see suits and heavy spenders
There's a very real divide between the Eastside and West-Enders
But we are all the same
We all filled up with blood
Some of us filled up with hatred but we should be filled with love
Some Youngins lost their life
Some mothers lost their sons
Some husbands lost their wife
Some children lost their mom

It feels like no one's safe
Why can't they just be found
There be missing women, toxic drugs, and violence in my town
And the government does nothing
We really on the ground
Then they lock up someone innocent so I'm yelling fuck the crown
That's why I be feeling pissed
Tokenism is a bitch
Last damn Residential School closed in 1996
Politics they got me sick 'cuz they claim they wit' the shits
They ain't never seen a body getting dropped off in a ditch

I'm talking Hastings, Pender, Powell Street, and Cordova
Headed East you bound to see a human body rolled over
Headed West you start to see suits and heavy spenders
There's a very real divide between the Eastside and West-Enders
But we are all the same
We all filled up with blood
Some of us filled up with hatred but we should be filled with love
Some Youngins lost their life
Some mothers lost their sons
Some husbands lost their wife
Some children lost their mom

It feels like no one's safe
Why can't they just be found
There be missing women, toxic drugs, and violence in my town
And the government does nothing
We really on the ground
Then they lock up someone innocent so I'm yelling fuck the crown
That's why I be feeling pissed
Tokenism is a bitch
Last damn Residential School closed in 1996
Politics they got me sick 'cuz they claim they wit' the shits
They ain't never seen a body getting dropped off in a ditch



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