THIS LAND WAS OURZ Verse one written by Rex Smallboy This used to be all my land but now its not Now the reservation is all I got I’m caught up in a system that’s built to make me fail It’s got half my people drunk and got the other half in jail Oh well, I guess it was part of the plan Genocide divide and conquer the Redman You think that it happened in the way that they said That was his story cause my story’s red From the blood of my people that died when they came To change my name and make me look the same Cause I’m thinking about the devastation Civilization’s assimilation had on my reservation My Red Nation’s segregation, intoxication All a complication of the situation I’m facing Every day of my life and every night I think to myself, this can’t be right Verse two written by Bryan Omeosoo Next up to bat I’m dropping knowledge about the past How tranquile we were but visions told it would’nt last They tried to change my temple They even killed my people They thought we were devils so we were labeled evil evil But they were the spawn’s of satan His grand patron giving us segregation Hoping for assimilation But in the back of their mind they wanted extiction flat out enialation But 500 year’s the battle rages But our roots go deeper than the stoneage’s It appears different on the pages Of the white history book’s Caught in the senario like a fish on the hook The white speacies are crooks Now that we’ve unmasked We got to look to the future we can’t dwell on the past Cause in the 90’s it’s time to take a stand And take back our land from the pale skin man. Verse three written by Karmen Omeosoo It’s the chubby native coming to educate the masses So all you slow peep’s grab your glasses time for classes I’m going to tell you a story About the native warrior’s before me And how they used to all shed gut before glory Don’t bore me By saying that white’s are the best Cause you know me and my native crew will put that shit to rest You tried to come test but you never really tested You just took what you could with those damn weapons Sure we had culture, water, weapon’s that was cool But then you brought guns, brew and residential schools Sure you gave us reservation’s little bits of land While you make the government and take what we used to have So with this mic in hand I’ma educate the masses so put down your glasses peep’s end of classes. Verse four written by Tom Crier Looking back to the past seeing how our people lasted Even in times drastic tribes went past it When hell had no fury cause of purification ceremonies Past down by generations before me Hunting and moving with the buffalo goes to show That the Neyhewuk weren’t into pawning Hunts brought glory and good fire stories Next came the alcohol and the rez looking sorry Kids here crying ceremonies are boring Got to take pride in this future were restoring Ignoring the naysayer’s ignorant race haters The ones who tried to fade us Governments who tried to play us Fight back just like the Mohawk barricade When we had no fear scalping them on our plains The cracks in our story are cause of his story Our pride our feelings inside before we’d never succumb Protect the land that’s where I’m from In my heart I know Turtle Island’s my real mom The drum and the songs we had to hide at times Our native pride is all we need to survive For the ones that died with two cut feathers I ride One for those who took our land and for those who tried Verse five written by Cynthia Smallboy Now listen here close its time we pay attention I’m bout to tell you now for whom I’m representing Putting facts on tracks just for my tribe Suffered through genocide and remained alive I got to give respect to my older generation You fought in the past for a stronger Indian Nation All my native kings this I dedicate to you Got nothing but love cause you always stayed true My dear Indian always walk with pride And never let a sucker take you for a ride Take it all in stride even truth has lies We got nothing to hide, my wise old elders I’m your number one fan But I got to spit this truth cause this Indian can All my native kings I got mad respect Fight like them warriors and expand on intellect Copyright WARPARTY 2000 – 2001 Music by Tom Crier

Feelin Reserved Written by Rex Smallboy, Karmen Omeosoo and Tom Crier. Music produced by Tom Crier. Copyright WARPARTY 2001 Chorus I’m feeling reserved Man that’s how I’m living I got to do with this mic I was given X2 to try to get by, no word of a lie We got to try to restore pride Verse one written by Karmen Omeosoo Once upon a time nah screw that, this aint no fairytale This stuff should be measured on a higher scale Because the native female and male spirits getting frail I mean like a total loss of culture With out that were mice and the white men are vultures Waiting to prey upon us from that higher level They act like they gods and we be the devils But don’t god want my land to be free Then tell me why is he cutting down all my trees And don’t god want my people to be peaceful Then why ain’t we equal huh? It’s a never-ending sequel But weren’t we to the first to be on this land That’s what I heard but I still don’t understand why Suckers want to bring down my tradition They act like its they mission to put me out of commission But they wishing upon the great North Star They won’t get far trying to mend these emotional scars And I hope all you little neechees feel me Cause if they want to take my pride they’ll have to kill me And that’s the way your mind state should be Don’t let no one tell you that you ain’t a Cree See what we see but don’t be who we be Being yourself starts with originality But I want to tell you to stay away from the brew And the drugs and the bitches and the dirty money too And work hard to get a good education Cause that’s what we lack on almost every reservation And show the nation how much pride you have inside yourself And show them that you got traditional wealth and health yeah Chorus x2 Verse two written by Rex Smallboy Stuck on the reservation my realization of my situations got me wondering Why do these things got to be like this, little Indian girls having F.A.S. kids Everybody’s getting high man, we can’t forget that They used to smoke dope now their smoking crack But that ain’t the only problem that we people got There’s lots, for two the beer and the slots Pawnshops, they give you money when you’re broke You pawn your TV for some gas and some smokes I heard you sold your bottles just the other day man So you could go play man cause you had and itchy hand And you plan to go play again tonight Pawn your baby’s bike maybe hit the satellite Yeah right, it’s just a never-ending sequel Like Indian people who always have a cheek full Of firewater cause they like to be buzzing It might not be you but I’m sure you got a cousin Or a dozen of family who like to get pissed I’m stuck on the reservation something like this Chorus x2 Verse three written by Tom Crier For a while now I’ve been thinking forget the drinking It’s often yours or mine found things I could really live for in my life Like my brown sugar pie I’ve seen kids look to the sky And find they get pulled down from behind By those who can’t climb see it’s our times Moms and pops would rather be drunk than be hassled By raising their own dam punks While the kids stuck staring at materialism Sells drugs to get what he should have been given It’s how their driven no ribbons from the track team and No living out their hockey dreams It seems all they want to do is make it just to see 18 A true story you’ve been or just seen The next neechee’s creams got others seeing green They refuse to see the lines in between the other lines That’s why I truly fear for my life from the next fool that’s trife And don’t let it be a moneyow (whiteman) Because in the end I’ll be left with just a scalp and a bloody knife Chorus x2

Just Ain’t Right Written by Rex Smallboy Music by Tom Crier and Cam Buffalo CHORUS x 2 There’s people dying on my reservation And it just ain’t right There’s mothers crying on my reservation And it just ain’t right Nobodies trying on my reservation And it just ain’t right Still things just don’t gotta be like this VERSE ONE Let me describe a tribe living a ghetto life Just to live to survive it’s a fight Suicide, something every ones tried I feel the pain and the sorrow deep inside For my tribe and the problems they hide These kind of things go through my mind As I find that my people decline with time So I’ll kick another rhyme I gotta do it, I’m gonna kick some reality Not because I want to but because it’s a formality How many people must commit suicide? Before we open our eyes and try to realize That things just don’t gotta be like this Our native people don’t have to die like this Say goodbye like this and be sadly missed When they could have been alive if They didn’t get pissed that night CHORUS x 2 VERSE TWO I lost my cousin its still hard to believe I never thought that it could happen in this family Sometimes I find myself pretending like as if he never died That his mom never cried but still I feel it inside I like to think about the times that me and him used to have All the stories that we told the way he could make me laugh So much that it would bring tears to my eyes I never thought that he would take his own life He didn’t seem like the type, I thought he loved life Sometimes in this world things just don’t seem right Everyday it’s a fight and every night it’s the same Get high, get drunk and try to drown away the pain