Ojibwa!

Ojibwa....cries within my blood
Native American...
home, the geat lakes
we fished our way of life,
hunted, grew...
we traded beades made by hand
those same beades now made in japan...

they took my whole blood line
locked them on a reservation...
though I've served this nation...
I'm redman...deep inside....

the coloreds scream for rights,
the asians flock to our shores
the middle easterns come in boat loads
they all cry for the past and for their needs....
they want the land...the white man stolded from me...
feel it...
think it...
know it
it shall be..
my native people will return,,,
the ghosts of the dead shall bide my side...
belive me mother fucker...
slavery,
blood,
the union jack shall fly above my head...as your blood sheds....
there ain't no "maybe someday"
your as good as dead.