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letra de the process - stdcg

“the process”

[chorus:]
yeah i was
incarcerated -ssimilated deceased
incarcerated eliminated decreased
emanc-p-ted -ss-ssinated released
discriminated and hated by the police
i was
incarcerated -ssimilated deceased
incarcerated eliminated decreased
emanc-p-ted -ss-ssinated released
discriminated and hated by the police

[40 deebz:]
students that made a statement
boarding schools slave ship
and i deserve to be here
according to my late slip
just a anishinaabe in america
with less to prove left school
cause i can’t walk in my ancestors’ shoes
put on moccasins swallow alcohol
and let the toxins in
the native youth in the booth
i’m trying to be like pac to them
it’s obvious why
i don’t understand a native christian
god had a plan
to set aside land and make a prison
manifest destiny is honestly dull
tell them to give us back the black hills
and geronimo’s skull
for one you shouldn’t have taken it
left his grave a vacate pit
i read about my history
and don’t know what to make of it
i shed tears googling pictures
of boarding schools
looking at my possessions
like i’ve got nothing more to lose
my culture been robbed blind
from the neck down
the drumbeat in my heart
is louder than a jet sounds

[chorus:]
incarcerated -ssimilated deceased
incarcerated eliminated decreased
emanc-p-ted -ss-ssinated released
discriminated and hated by the police
i was
incarcerated -ssimilated deceased
incarcerated eliminated decreased
emanc-p-ted -ss-ssinated released
discriminated and hated by the police

[gr:]
desensitize madness
so my stretch high canvas
pains supplied the damage
i’ve provided on my atlas
ask me why i’m mad
as my culture might vanish
they emphasize cl-ss
but never exercise the practice
spread ashes commemorate the past
be a p-ssive
look at where it got us when they landed
it goes hand and grip on the handle
when it’s shot and sh-ll shocked
by your vision that was blocked
imma raise my spirits
and there won’t be a gl-ss in the air
in my crowd when i say
raise thy spirits
my fire was set ablaze by spirits
r.a.p. my family
i was raised by spirits
the flames burn eternal with no lighter
the light that’s ignited by the fight
grows brighter
the burns from those fires
is why my flow tighter
embodied my ancestors
porky white’s my ghost writer

[40 deebz:]
my people are serving in the tenements
never heard of heaven’s innocence
out in public hanging out
with thirty-seven indians
all from this country
before it was named
now every warrior’s lane
represents a story of pain
this is std
we’re trying to spread the genesis
i’m not racist i’m a red supremacist
but the only blood that i know
is measured by the quantum
then judged by officials
who said they didn’t want them

[gr:]
while you was chilling
i was in the sweat sizzling
skin glizzling
meditating envisioning
getting it opening doors
the life we’re living
indigenous anishinaabe by my dizzy
when i grind in the hustle
define by our struggle
live by the bustle
and i die from the muzzle of america
native america now welcome in the area
like the mall of america
f-ck em

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