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