Walking about thinking about talking about

How now a long way back

They had made the common mistake

Of assuming that we had no order

'cause we had no borders to divide tribes

No quarters to define vibes

We traveled the songlines through our dreamtime

Now I'm walking about drinking about complaining about

How now we stand no chance to fight decadence were tamed

They came from the sea like a cold winters breeze

To freeze these dreams

To maim and seize

Quietly I await for they to dissipate

I can't walk straight

Loudly and intoxicated naked I faked it, I fucked it

Proudly I traded conformity for the roots

Now always on the move with nothing to prove and nothing to lose

I'll choose earth over booze, leave the dirt for the fools

Put me on the list for traditionalist if it consists of a natural way

Away from this fist

If it takes me away from this

I can't strive with this fist of the capitalist

There are some dark pages in the history

Of the white man's dealings with the Indians

And many parts of the record are stained

With the greed and avarice of those

Who have thought only of their own profit

They said this land is built upon freedom

But those that lived here before have seen none

Now those that are left at the home of their tradition

Ask to be left alone from your jurisdiction

And the conflicting ideas and ideals

Man belongs to land, Land belongs to man

Man belongs to man, Land belongs to land

Don't know if I got laid off or if I got paid off

But I sure got off hell, I sure got off

Now no more stomping the ground always locked with a frown

Looking down at the rocks in self misery

From now on I'll be flowing with a song through time and space

Rhyme and pace, silent ways of a dying race

Displaced by hatred of a violent race who'll annihilate us

If allowed by us, I'm saying its up to us to fuss

What fate is that which makes our past?

What weight is that which breaks our backs?

Times come

Why slave for a system that treats you like one?

Fuck it!

I'm not going back to ruffing it

I'm not going back to nothing

I'm loving it

I'm taking my piece of the overall puzzle and colouring it

With a colour that fits me and a pitch that intrigues me

And a scent of the deep

Sleeping it on, Slipping it in

Slipping on it, Sleeping it off

Tripping in it, Flipping it on

Holding it in, Holding on it

I Can't brood in the same mood forever

We can't move to the same groove together

Swear allegiance, frequencies, polarities dualities resonate in me

Spectrums, cycles, regions work their way in me

Hope third eye can see beyond the war and violence

Find balance, face adversity

The gallant valiant rebel sees they say clinically tested

I say cynically tested, scientifically pestered

Alone in the land I discover

Herbalize, crystallize, good and bad, crystal eyes

Don't you find that we can't define what we...