Rebirth Songtext
von Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Rebirth Songtext
12 full moons like white gold
Grandfather sky is getting old
Tides come and go and the rivers froze
And the weather man said its getting cold
Winters coming, I′m coming home
My ancestors come from the snow
I'm first born and Creator knows
Don′t let me get in my zone
S on my chest, anti-hero I guess
Beads on my neck and my earlobes are stretched
Abnormal, irregular, so unconventional
Are we original? YES
Phone home, I got a bone to pick
I got trust issues I can never fix
I'm true to myself and my promises
And when I'm in Rome I do the opposite
Got my voice back with my artifacts
Now I′m talking shit with my talking stick
From Potlatch bans on our own land
Where legal pot was provocative
We drumming our drums as usual
We singing our songs as suitable
We dance to it all, so movable
We do it together, its beautiful
I′m breathing heavy, I love it
My palms are sweaty, I love it
My culture's alive, I love it
The art is revived, I love it
Uh, Nate to the bone
Lit like my sage homie I ain′t alone
The spirits stay with me to get where I'm goin′
Had my first sweat homie, I was reborn
Pride gets bigger as my hair get long
Two long braids, that's a dedication
Son of a gun, no registration
Just like my pops
We about feast, potlatch
Copper shield on fleek, top notch
Stayed true from the jump, Kriss Kross
Dear Turtle Island, this the renaissance
Don′t take my kindness for weakness
Man that shit too funny my neechie
So tell me
Have you ever been at the bottom?
Its muddy my neechie
I'm pissed off for greatness my neechie
Been silent and deadly since my nose was snotty
Besides all my fam, I don't fuck with nobody
Illuminative, no illuminati
Illuminative, no illuminati
Misunderstood, ya′ll don′t understand
I'm a redman with a method man
Resist, revive, indigenize - we heavy hitters
We don′t die, we multiply - cry me a river
Grandfather sky is getting old
Tides come and go and the rivers froze
And the weather man said its getting cold
Winters coming, I′m coming home
My ancestors come from the snow
I'm first born and Creator knows
Don′t let me get in my zone
S on my chest, anti-hero I guess
Beads on my neck and my earlobes are stretched
Abnormal, irregular, so unconventional
Are we original? YES
Phone home, I got a bone to pick
I got trust issues I can never fix
I'm true to myself and my promises
And when I'm in Rome I do the opposite
Got my voice back with my artifacts
Now I′m talking shit with my talking stick
From Potlatch bans on our own land
Where legal pot was provocative
We drumming our drums as usual
We singing our songs as suitable
We dance to it all, so movable
We do it together, its beautiful
I′m breathing heavy, I love it
My palms are sweaty, I love it
My culture's alive, I love it
The art is revived, I love it
Uh, Nate to the bone
Lit like my sage homie I ain′t alone
The spirits stay with me to get where I'm goin′
Had my first sweat homie, I was reborn
Pride gets bigger as my hair get long
Two long braids, that's a dedication
Son of a gun, no registration
Just like my pops
We about feast, potlatch
Copper shield on fleek, top notch
Stayed true from the jump, Kriss Kross
Dear Turtle Island, this the renaissance
Don′t take my kindness for weakness
Man that shit too funny my neechie
So tell me
Have you ever been at the bottom?
Its muddy my neechie
I'm pissed off for greatness my neechie
Been silent and deadly since my nose was snotty
Besides all my fam, I don't fuck with nobody
Illuminative, no illuminati
Illuminative, no illuminati
Misunderstood, ya′ll don′t understand
I'm a redman with a method man
Resist, revive, indigenize - we heavy hitters
We don′t die, we multiply - cry me a river
Writer(s): Tanya Tagaq Gillis, Chris Ju, Quinton Werner Nyce, Darren Spencer Metz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com