Curi Curi

When all our jungle friends sleep, we work
Against stream
Against them
So when they wake, they're damned
Like the river
Mother's blood line
Until we have completely stripped them of their song, dance, prayer and language
Then we palce it with ours, how do we say
"Oh, so sorry, let us explain, you must know, this is the real world
It's good business, demolition, it's progress, development
My pocketbook, evolution's sake"
You see, they don't need our language to know
We've sold them down the river
Franchised our own souls
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Credits
Writer(s): Tzaku Waiapi
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