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letra de warrior - nataanii means

[intro]
we come from warrior blood, us men
so that feeling you have at times when you’re angry, you’re upset
that goes generations back to when he had to fight for our women and our children and our elders

[verse 1]
the last of a dying breed with dreams of being free
hooked up to the tree to breathe, bleed my sins away
teach us not tomorrow, but today
see death creepin’ round the corner
call the coroner on another foreign warrior
in the land of the forgotten, bad seeds already rotten
poppin’ pills to fill the void of death knockin’
you can guarantee the feds watchin’
’cause we grew up around these revolutionaries
who went to wounded knee to get their hearts buried
raise the hustle once i seen my mama struggle
born in the heart, where our chiefs bled
where the water tastes like lead
where we deal with these alcoholics and methheads
fed lies from the school system
misinterpret thanksgivin’, teach history like it’s fiction
what’s written ain’t fact
we take down these flags, raise an eagle staff

[chorus]
i’m a warrior
the last of a dying breed
with dreams of being free
hooked up to the tree to breathe
(with dreams of being free)
(hooked up to the tree to breathe)
fightin’ to live, livin’ to die
till i’m with my people up in the sky
till i’m with my people up in the sky!

[verse 2]
yo, i really said i’m on my worst behavior
hoping to find strength in prayer
creator got my back, but crazy horse my savior
lost in illusions, conscious decisions lost in confusion
my people prost-tutin’ traditions
losin’ values, what we doing?
i’m risin’ from the bottomless pits
where the blind grab clothes fence with closed fists
my young kids are cryin’
i’m tryin’, fightin’, but we keep on dyin’
i’m sick of seeing people sick
healing with bottles of 80 proof
been fightin’ wars since 1492
so you want the truth? i’ll speak existence in this booth
my homies in the senate counting coup, what’s new?
so motherf-ck a john wayne
motherf-ck your campaigns
i’m still in acid rains
spit more heat than h-ll’s flames
i’m a warrior to the death of me
fightin’ till there’s nothing left of me
cops k!lling, no wonder my homies stay strapped
f-ck repping a state, i got my people on my back

[outro: scott means & michele means]

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