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Red skin, red heart, and a red mind, I pray to be happy and always kind. Be pure in heart, be pure in mind, like Anne Frank's diary, to combine. That's the genetic light from the other side.
The Nazis LIED, there is no purity. Purity comes from more diversity. The fanmail creeps into the skies, crowds buzzing past those lyrical lies. All day and every possible which way I feel like I've been calling the shots for too long, past those bonds, that release the wrong, into the salutation to the sun. Kinai and Sitka, they didn't die, they just came back much more alive. If you understand there is no percentage, only parentage that's anti percentage. Here I am, I live as loud as I can, and I'm careful not to destroy and expand. That's what the Nazis did, and look where it got them, at the bottom of the moral list, everybody fought them.
You know, I've talked to many people who still don't know that Indigenous wisdom is here, waiting to be shown. I find that sometimes if you open your mind, you will find the answer waiting, to be kind. The answer to your question that speaks the truth, what do we do when we see the impoverished youth on the streets of Africa, Europe, or Timbuktu, it doesn't matter where it is, it's always down to you. You can make the difference to change the world the right way, forget about the pressure to say fuck it and walk 'way, cause only when you get off your ass and make a change will the world cater to your wishes and actually spread the sage.
Indigenous heart where did you go, feed the seed that supports the flow. Creating escape tip to and fro, Indigenous heart where did you go. Placed upon the soundscape of an evil seed, catching downwards, catching the fluorescent breed. Crying passions, crying so, Indigenous heart where did you go.
It's the hibernated heart bags, hibernated heart,
all these pieces, all these different parts.