Autochthonous

Fear is your weapon choice
Calculating your damage control
One with an angel’s voice
Screeches like a fiend on a roll.

Your cowboy eyes won’t tell a difference
No, since you’re coming from the deep south
Don’t you love it when the present interference
Comes from the side of ones who own in oath?

White-wash your white-guilt
(You’re) a solid branch in your family tree
Just to do what thou will
Roots pay with their blood to be free.

You say it’s your “God-given-right”
To reclaim whatever it’s in front of your eyes
But you have built the foundation of your city
Over their natal graves and their stolen lives.

Fanatic skepticism applying
One assemblage set to take arms
Self-gratitude, exemplify denying
To think anyone’s safe from harm.

Your leather boots won’t feel a thing
No, since you’re dancing through the war zone
Don’t you love it when the level tilts vertically?
Sitting proudly, hereditary callous to the bone.

Bleach this box full of crayons
What can you draw when the canvas’ blank?
Whatever picture’s being drawn
It’s always set on the spine of the rainbow.

You say it’s your “God-given-right”
To reclaim whatever it’s in front of your eyes
But you have built the foundation of your city
Over their natal graves and their stolen lives.

Now you all sleep silent
Over the air where countless of voices screamed
Cause for peace you need to turn violent
So now you can rest, in your sweet, sweet dream.

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