Released on February 22, 2019

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REMOVAL

1830 on April 7th Andrew Jackson

Submitted a bill too Congress

May 28th brand new caption

For an action they focused conscious constant commitment

Hoping more Natives become hopeless

Rotten nonsense keeps spittin’ from the mouth of every POTUS

The Federal Government promised Georgia Native land

All of the beauty we’ve cultivated is still in high demand

All the booty this culture hated has been in high demand

Since Columbus would hide his hand inside a Taíno woman

Rape wrought no reprimand

And reaped no retribution

For pale men like Andrew Jackson

And little Marteen Van Buren

Durin talks with the Colonists

He says there’s no reason to tweak

The U.S. will rip these Southeastern lands from men who turn the other cheek

All too often love and peace are more prominent

In cultures where consumption is not dominant

Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek

Chief Greenwod LeFlore deceit

Because his mother Cravatt had status

This half blood Choctaw became elite

Had skin close to the color of a KKK sheet

Light privilege not discreet

LeFlore afforded slavery

Of Africans- it’s no surprise all his money’s unsavory

Muddy bloody enemy he gave up all their territory

Starting terrors turning oh so gory

8 milli acres of Mississippi’s glory

Swarmed by Europeans horny

To penetrate every quarry

National Council deposed Chief Greenwood on October 30

They elect his nephew- Harkins George

1831- he wrote a story

Telling white people not to worry

Farewell letter to the American people

Made him and the Choctaw sound like a bitch

He sucked their ego’s dicks

Then blessed them with a wish

Hoping the rape and conflicts

Would not continue on lands ripped from

Loving founders now called convicts

On the main stream news

News-news-noose-noose

Choose-whose-necks-wrung

Lie-to-ev-ry-one

About-where we-come from

Bene-Faction

Pre-re- Traction

Constant

Action

By men like Jackson

Tax- interaction

No satisfaction

Millions of native graves fuel white egos’ passion

Pieces of land you steal when you can

Cut off the hands to meet your demands

Planned to murder from the start

Now genocide has made us grand

Butt kissed the tribes to convince them of the lie

That this will be the last time white men take millions of their acres

Quakers were pro fakers

But what should you do when you save haters now land takers?

To say we’re free now is dumb

Europeans bring shackles where they’re from

His-His-His-His story relies in the gun

To become the scum with the highest income

White male rule of thumb

Just kill everyone

Then take girls on the run

And beat their insides like a drum

Assimilation makes men cum

To the old world looking for a new crumb

To nibble on and hope to not feel so numb

About discriminating against their own mum

Worcester v. Georgia told the state to stop encroaching

On the Natives

Supreme court mandate Jackson hated

Instead Cherokee homes were raided

After a quick land exchange he pushed like happy belated

Like ya ya RedSkin

Happy Belated

Ha ha Damn

Like happy belated

Treaty of New Echota illegaly signed millions of acres ovah

Winfred Scott waited- became aggravated

Like Ya Ya Redskin

Happy Belated

Yes mom I made

They were like yes mom I made it

I had to rape children

Take women

Commit every sin under God-

But yes mom I made it

Quite clear what this country is about

Quite clear

Quite clear what this country is about

Yes mom I made it

Yes mom I made it

Quite clear what this country is about

They name Removal trail of tears

But leave out the shouts

Georgia made it illegal to call Cherokee to council

Unless its for the clout

To take lands natives cultivated

And pave a new route

To make a new drought

Doubt

Sprout

Bout

How

Europeans will treat native land

That they flout

As god’s gift

Out of their pastors mouth

Bene-

Faction

Pre-re-

Traction

Constant

Action

By

Men

Like

Jackson

Tax

In-

Ter-

Action

No

Sat-

Is-

Faction

Millions

Of

Native

Graves

Fuel

White

Ego’s

Passion

Hackin

People

Stackin

Steeples

Actin’ like

You are fighting

A fucking force of evil

That you’ve been described as peaceful

We could’ve left you fetal

Now you’re killin’ us with diesel

Calcifying glands of pineal

Oppressin’ people with painful methods ranging from trauma to evil

It almost seems like their mistake was believing that you were equal