Composed by WARPARTY- Rex Smallboy, Cynthia Smallboy, Karmen Omeosoo and Tom Crier Music by Tom Crier

Intro – Tom Crier A wise man ones said that if I can send a message to all people it would be to lift each other up.

Verse one – Karmen Omeosoo

Lesson’s learned Strip’s earned The capability’s are endless I put my life into the message live or die to send this My fear took a long walk I had no time And in reality that applies to crime Or life of rhyme And in this life I find snakes and rat’s they wear good cammo Some will smile at you grill while at your back they pointing ammo It seem you can’t trust a soul even bloodline Deep intention’s of mistrust severed deep family ties

Verse Two – Tom Crier

And I question why The theme my life took in it’s turn Young burn scarred and my soul rest and my mind’s urn Friendship’s I’ve earned And young love lost in turn Sitting my thinker like chapter’s written and churned My journeys test Just about got the best of me From rez days to putting work in this breath lent to me Most heat And defeat and fall at the hourly flow But that’s never a way a young’n want it to go

Verse Three – Rex Smalboy

My life has come to a crossroad’s Because I’ve crossed those Type of people that have lost those thing’s in there mind That help them to see deep within the reason I believe in reality cause it never lied A continuous battle running away from the dark side I Feel my heart cry I Feel my heart fly away as I let it go up to the creator And that’s the message The message that I send

Verse Four- Cynthia Smallboy

Who’s got my back Some they say that’s where they at Respect it all garbage Indian givers’ take it back Talking so much trash stank reeking out your mouth Always thought you was my dog never thought you’d bow out Drama reigns like the plague leaving brothers assed out Lord the days they getting rough Grant me peace without clout Forget the latest news ; there’s people drowning in their issues is you a friend or foe Now a days you never know

(Chorus) In these times All my natives the struggle is hard but you gotta steer though In these times Got my fam acting different but what the hell are we to do In these times Stuck in the center the pressure the pain to maintain is to prevail In these times Gotta stay strong no matter who wants you to fail ( in these times)

Verse Five – Karmen Omeosoo

Now all that matters in my life is the rhythms And the trust that my son won’t ever see a prison I’ll help him go to school and get that education And ease off that native in pressure situations And trust I won’t let no one take that from me Your four eyes better have four cannons before you try forsake me My life a mystery complex full of struggles Seen too much by twenty-two Can’t imagine when that number doubles

Verse Six – Tom Crier

Rez hearts pump trouble though my veins I waned off the path Back to the spot I’m at again Life’s the same I just make my way though the jungle I face day to day And fend off the pain Cause even in the sun filled days it’s stormy weather I fiend for the day me and trust can live together These letters from my soul My young mind feels old Time struggle holds Young stompin to fold

Verse Seven – Rex Smallboy

A journey within the music Traveling faster than the speed of luxuries I can’t really afford The more I try the harder it seems To become a harder road to travel in a Straight line Why can’t I just take mine and sit down? I get down at times when I think things could be a whole lot better Learning my limitations Never forgetting That I’m setting ground For you to stand on These are things I planned on Doing a long time ago

Verse Eight – Cynthia Smallboy

No theatrics on the brain don no spite upon my vest Despite life’s tests I stay a cut above the rest hitting cues in pools of hate Cuz I did It my way Searching for a better day can make your brown eyes blue And in these times what’s a woman suppose to do Oh ode to ventilate avid mind’s ado This here’s about me nothing here about you Know no matter what is lost you stand to gain I.Q

Chorus x 2

Spoken message – Rex Smallboy

It’s not that hard We got to let go of this jealousy …. In these times.

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