Fuck it
I'm Navajo, this road has already been paved
Native land, these are all my Diné
We not hiding anymore, shoutout to my shicheii
Aight, fuck it, let's get it
I don't wear Yeezys, I wear mocassins
You say this is your land, but don't ever mock a sin
I came from a tipi, how the fuck I'm not gon' win?
My Nizhoni Pocahontas' hair blowin' in the wind
I'm straight off of the reservation, I don't need no reservation
Indian boarding schools? I'd rather have no education
My cousin's Ute, he a different tribe, but he still embracive
Different name, different station, man this is my situation
I hear my ancestors talkin', I know that they're listening
I'm not a computer, you can't wipe away my history
Why are all the natives gone? This ain't no fuckin' mystery
Let me paint a visionary of my people's misery
Thanksgiving was trickery, heads and hands in pillories
Just like the guillotine, I'll put down this delivery
Fuck your genocide, were the biggest tribe alive
Tried to make us slaves, fuck that
We'd rather fight or die
I'm Navajo, this road has already been paved
Native land, this is all my Diné
We not hiding anymore, shoutout to my shicheii
I will stand upon this ground, I will never betray
I don't wear Yeezys, I wear mocassins
You say this is your land, but don't ever mock a sin
I came from a tipi, how the fuck I'm not gon' win?
My Nizhoni Pocahontas' hair blowin' in the wind
I knew something was bad when I saw twenty-thousand eagles
Flyin' around my head , it dawned upon me there was evil
The blankets we're lethal, diseases gave to our people
The fucked up part was morally it wasn't legal
Why are women missing? 'Cause they tried to erase us
That Christopher Columbus story fake, it was made up
How you gonna find something that's already claimed, huh?
Land of the free, but you kept our spirits caged up
You're an O.G.? Well I'm an aboriginal
My natural plants peyote, this is our medicinal
Earning my feathers, an honor badge, It seem traditional
If pilgrims in my village, I stand my ground like it's principle
My grandpa was a code talker, he had that Native tongue
In the mountains like a skin-walker, they tried to make us numb
The wolf is my son, but he howls to the moon still
You feel the breeze through willow trees like a cool chill
Navajo, this road has already been paved
Native land, this is all my Diné
We not hiding anymore, shoutout to my shicheii
I will stand upon this ground, I will never betray
I don't wear Yeezys, I wear mocassins
You say this is your land, but don't ever mock a sin
I came from a tipi, how the fuck I'm not gon' win?
My nizhóní Pocahontas' hair blowin' in the wind

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Casey Fredericksen, Preston Mink