I used to play Apache at the end of every show

Till a brother pulled me aside he just had let me know

He said my girl is Native, and she hates when people play it

So when she saw you dancing, she just-wanted to go home

I meant nothing by it I replied, she understood

How could something be offensive that made people feel so good

He broke it down

Apache’s not the name of a tribe

It’s a word the Zuni and the Spaniards used to describe

Natives, so it’s probably best translated as enemy

Listen further and you can understand her energy

The systematic oppression of their genetic pool

There’s plenty about it that they won’t ever teach in school

Tonto is Spanish for a moron or fool

And the war chants, unnecessary as well as cruel

Manifest destiny the concept is so odd

Displacing and pillaging in the name of a righteous God

Who promotes peace

While infesting them with small pox

Which ran through camps like Mike Alstott

Virtually exterminating millions, in a systematic way

Till only a quarter million natives are still alive today

So, when you dance and smile on stage your hurt may go away

But when I hear it, I’m reminded of all of the pain

All The murders, the sterilizations, kidnappings, and enslavement

So I just had to make a statement

She educated me so now I’m passing it to you

And now that you know better, tell me what you gonna do

I’m gonna make a change as well as try to educate so I appreciate you broadening my view

So I’mma do better

Do better

The stars and the bars were a failed experiment

Representing a system of enslaved Americans

Yet southerners will try to Change the narrative

Pained with arrogance confusing Hate for heritage

A symbol of supremacy for generations

I’d rather see real change occur within the nation

If we just fighting over cloth, and no other change comes across

Well then it’s obvious this is all for naught , cause

We get busy, From South Carolina to Mississippi

Imagine being that far on the wrong side of hist’ry

Where Monuments to lifestyles you don’t believe in

Stare at you in ever state and you don’t see the grievance

You think you know me man, the Situations lonely

Even when I taught I never gave Participation trophies

We want justice, pass it down

Till the last statue comes crashing down

Do better

Do better

Sending this one out to whoever

If you knew better you would do better

And now you know