My people come from the land
My people come from the land
On which you stand
Still fighting the white man
Still fighting the white man
The path of an arrow's narrow
My people living in peril
With several flows I'm armed wrestling with white devils
Disheveled but never settle
These settlers ain't on my level
Give me bass give me treble
I'm troubled but never tremble
Rekindled the Seven Council Fires Keepers of the Flame
Land of the Burnt Thigh
It's even in my name
I'm a symbol Sicangu is how I rumble
I may stumble but mi oyate akicita I'll never crumble
Survivors of genocide the trauma's got me trapped
I used to keep it inside until I decide to rap
My ancestors ain't die for me to lie in my raps
Can't take it sitting down, instead i'm fighting back
Fuck your system fuck your capitalism
They took the land, made us sick and gave us alcoholism
They took away your wisdom
They took away your health
We're gonna get it back and we're gonna honor our selves
My people come from the land
My people come from the land
On which you stand
Still fighting the white man
Still fighting the white man
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
My tribe cannot survive as long as the settlers will thrive
For centuries on this land this committed genocide
They don't feel the land
They kill the land
Tried to kill the Indian and save the man
Settlers slaughter
They poison water
From Flint, MI to Standing Rock
The land is hot
The land is hurt
I feel it too
I'm from the earth
My flesh and blood the color of the dirt
I am blessed enough to love my mother first
Talking Mother Earth, Unci Maka
Lakota Makoce Ah
Wasagya give me strength
Hair like the land and it grow at length
Wokiksuye they cut our grandparents' braids
Took them to that boarding school where our grandparents stayed
Cut them off from the ways that their grandparents prayed
They're trying to build a pipeline over my grandparents' grave
There ain't no stopping this rez life from blinding us
Ain't no stopping these problems from finding us
It's like I run with nowhere to go
My Nation is a Rosebud with nowhere to grow
My people come from the land
My people come from the land
On which you stand
Still fighting the white man
Still fighting the white man
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi
Mita Oyate Ki Makoce Etanhanpi