I was told to forget everything I knew, put in this school
What if it happened to you?
I learned to speak my mothers native tongue
Dialects concepts and spiritual equilibrium
I sat down with my aunt and uncle
We began to go back in time to trace some
Not so far off distant loved ones...
In stories told no scripts no scribes
Only ancient griot songs were keeping hope alive
For our renegade tribe
Waste us way lay us they tried
To hunt us to kill us in their cultural genocide
They enjoyed the rush
Think for a minute lift your head above the crush of guys and chicks and drinks and such
Think about what they did to us...souls spirits minds ..they tried to crush
Our rule our domain our reign  indigenous
Killing our families while resisting
Hostile ways aggressive campaign
Methods and madness consisting
Our life-way insisting
We send 45 caliber bullets twisting
Off rounds targeting bluecoats sitting
Trying to take us down hitting us with all they got but Missing
Our magic music psalms protecting
Our souls kept by ghosts resurrecting
In honoring memory never forgetting
We won‘t die without letting
Blood spill in tragic historic setting
Consecrate our land while protesting
America’s status quo is forgetting
We won’t die without accepting ...Karmic rule while sun is setting
Our blood...drips drops it spills and it flows
And now busts up through concrete like a rose
I walks the streets in you and I
It works a job from 9 to 5 our
Blood...
Warrior awaits death like samurai
Ensuring the future of you and I
While nights dance dealt death
To stop the white tide
While they mount stolen apocalyptic horses to ride
Mile and miles and miles and miles and miles and Miles over moonlight
Apache patriotic paragraphs denied
In history books that cover up or lie
Not telling the story , how we crouched in desert heat
No surrender no retreat
Could not consider defeat
While our women wait
With rifles that repeat
Rain down lead in revenge sweet
Eyeing for an eye those eyes of deceit
That they could not delete
Now tell me...
Who’ll stop us from telling Geronimo’s story
Who’ll  speak of Cochise a statesman in his glory
Who’ll tell of the leaders
Beheaded stabbed and burned by the state
Of men’s minds ruled by greed and hate
Who’ll admit that they’re still destroying
While we’re informing
Listening hard for freedoms ringing
Falling on deaf ears is what I’m thinking
Or are you to busy talking and drinking
On some honey you’re scheming
It’s not what its seeming
We should be teaching
Knowledge could be   increasing
These kids are awake while we’re still sleeping
What kind of love wisdom are you bringing?
Young minds need reaching
It’s why I’m persisting
Are you listening?

Douglas Miles, © 2001