I'm Indian

(album: The Fried Chicken - 2019)

OK! Hey!
Guess who's back
From the dead
Indians (What Kind?)
American

White man come with no passport
From that shore
I'm not that sure
I trade white men my land for
Small pox (and then I die)
Hello little kiddies!
Sit right here!
I'll tell you a story of quill and steer
And I don't mean steer
Like flying over trees
And dropping napalm on the Vietnamese
O-WAWAWAWAWA (No words)
My people commune with birds
And smoke signals
Sent from androids
In our tribal apartment in Detroit
And that's not an actual condo
That's just a metaphor
I live in in cycles
I was a fox last time
Now I'm in a government subsidized top floor high rise

Good God
Cars go by
The pollution brings a tear to my eye
And I get sad
In a TV with a bongo (where did the sun go)
I talk to the ghosts and spirits
Say a little 'woo-woo' and then I can hear it
Hummm My spirit's fixed
I live in a house of rocks and sticks

Now I'm gonna wear no pants
Get those grants
Yeah boy get that cash
Whoops I mean squirrel
Woo-Woo-Woo (I use it for my fur)
I now do this WAWAWAWA
Just do this WAWAWAWA
Go crazy WAWAWAWA
Go crazy (WAWAWAWA); we're lazy
I'm Appache
All the trashy
White girls have disease
We catch it
They're so ratchet
They wiped out my population and now we're on a reservation
Smoking weed and heavy drinking
Living' simply with no greed and wanting nothing but our freedom
And our government checks
(Touch my bonnet)

This gave us land gave us birth
We get what we need from the earth
We like to surf
We don't believe in owning land or doing work
We have no jails we have no crime
Our casinos provide good time
We pay (WAWA) no gambling fine inside the tribal on the line
Now I'm gonna wear no pants
Shout them chants
Yeah boy get that cash
Whoops I mean squirrel Woo woo woo
(The Moon is my timer)
I now do this (WAWAWAWA)
Just do this (WAWAWAWA)
Go crazy (WAWAWAWA)
Go crazy (WAWA); we're lazy (WAWA)
My kombucha was just boxed up
Sent to Wal-Mart
Sell it to the white man
I burn plastic to make carboard
I don't pay taxes cuz (WAWAWAWA)
I'm cherokee
Driving in a Bentley
I love nature
Hit me on the pager
If she's in danger let's not rape her like some volunteer white bitch
(Touch my bonnet)

Now this is the park where the Sacs hang out
Navajo Nation reservation ground
Everyone sings like hey-hum-how
[Random speaking that I can't transcript to here]
That's the whole melody
Only one note
Now I'm at 7/11?
I'm a red man
Not a red dot on the head that helps you with Windows 7 and prays to an elephant and makes naan bread

We're natives! (What)
In Vegas! (What)
Take the blanket the white man gave us! (What)
Cheyennes! (Mayans!) Indians! (Giants!) Redskins! Guy with the palm reading science!
Violence is not the answer
Al pastor can cure cancer
Eat some peas
And talk to trees and go WAWAWAWA to stop the bleed

Now I'm doing a rain dance
With no pants
Yeah boy rape that cactus
Whoops I mean squirrel Woo Woo Woo
(Is that better or worse?)
I now do this (WAWAWAWA)
Just do this (WAWAWAWA)
Go crazy (WAWAWAWA)
Go crazy (WAWA); we're lazy (WAWA)
[More random speaking]

Touch my bonnet
[Random speaking]
(Get that coin)
Touch my bonnet
I mean squirrel
Touch my bonnet
This is indigenous land
My people lived on this land for millions of years
Before anyone else came here
We came on this land first
We lived in peace (of shit) tents
That was all we needed
We never had any walls
Our casinos had revolving doors you could walk right in
We had no prisons either
There was no need
We didn't have any black people yet to put in them
The blacks were all brought here by the white man
What kind of shit was that?
The rise in crime rate drove my people off the land!