Chorus:

Dont touch

Us

Dont drug

Us

Dont ail

Us

Too many god damn

Years soiled

In fear

Verse 1:

Sick of

The cultures

Sick of the

Vultures

Prediction

Of pain

How come

I have a fear

In my brain

Even though

Im only a

Quarter

Native i fear

For my sons

Future

Butchered

Family

Members

From rape and

Abuse

No way to

Loosen the

Noose

My momma

Told me was

Mentally and

Physically

Abused

From the

Ounces

Of drugs

And alcohol

She had abused

For years

Growing up

Past all of

Her fears

Shes in her

Fifties now

Shifting sides

I see the lies

Grew up in

Toronto and

Alberta

These two places

You probably never

Heard of

Just like

Popler

Same with my

Momma she

Was raped

And beaten just

Because of

The colour

Of her skin

I think

My son

Might just

Live within

Because he

Looks white

Quite so like

His mommas

And poppas

And grandmas

And generations

From before

Beginned with

A grin

I have a smile

On my face

But

I have lost

It costic

Feeling so

Basic for

Not knowing

Shit read

The textbooks

And go online

It will show you

Why our people

Never shine

Nothing more

Than another

Statistic

Chorus:

Dont touch

Us

Dont drug

Us

Dont ail

Us

Too many god damn

Years soiled

In fear