T-Shirt
Well string them feathers in my long hair
And put me on a plain t-shirt the fans will wear
It won't be in loving memory
But just so you can sell to aid your utilities
But let me see that quantum
Cause it looks to me
You've never laid eyes on a CDIB
So what the hell you tryna represent?
Is it the genocide of our kind or your lament
There's no Cherokee fiddle but the cowboys
Are still tryna pull off stepping out in leather and turquoise
I've never known a headdress to be an iron on
At least y'all ain't forgot whose land you're standing on
Can't teach a man to live life or how to make it out alive
Without em taking all you had to survive
But we're still kickin' live in the flesh
After all your wasted time used to oppress
Been known as a savage
By the ones who ravaged
And tore through the home that we have made
Back when a pale face
Could be so out of place
In what they call America these days
Oh can't you see
That without me
You'd have a plain white tee
We're a mighty voice
Heard through the land
You call us names but we're the one true American
And we had our freedom
Well long before
Lead was spread in our yard from a British war
Oh I'd be ashamed
I'd feel so blue
To treat a man like he ain't the shit on your shoe
I can say this country
Is built on the lies
And all the broken promises you try to hide
Been known as a savage
By the ones who ravaged
And tore through the home that we have made
Back when a pale face
Could be so out of place
In what they call America these days
Oh can't you see
That without me
You'd have a plain white tee
And put me on a plain t-shirt the fans will wear
It won't be in loving memory
But just so you can sell to aid your utilities
But let me see that quantum
Cause it looks to me
You've never laid eyes on a CDIB
So what the hell you tryna represent?
Is it the genocide of our kind or your lament
There's no Cherokee fiddle but the cowboys
Are still tryna pull off stepping out in leather and turquoise
I've never known a headdress to be an iron on
At least y'all ain't forgot whose land you're standing on
Can't teach a man to live life or how to make it out alive
Without em taking all you had to survive
But we're still kickin' live in the flesh
After all your wasted time used to oppress
Been known as a savage
By the ones who ravaged
And tore through the home that we have made
Back when a pale face
Could be so out of place
In what they call America these days
Oh can't you see
That without me
You'd have a plain white tee
We're a mighty voice
Heard through the land
You call us names but we're the one true American
And we had our freedom
Well long before
Lead was spread in our yard from a British war
Oh I'd be ashamed
I'd feel so blue
To treat a man like he ain't the shit on your shoe
I can say this country
Is built on the lies
And all the broken promises you try to hide
Been known as a savage
By the ones who ravaged
And tore through the home that we have made
Back when a pale face
Could be so out of place
In what they call America these days
Oh can't you see
That without me
You'd have a plain white tee
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Writer(s): Blaine Bailey
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