…This is more than a verse to me…
Can’t help but approach it all personally /
S and the feather forever encouraging
Us to remember that money ain’t with a thing //
It’s dollars they’re making they’re worshipping…
They want to enslave us to purchasing /
Shut up while they’re raping and burning and
murdering… Trust me I say this with urgency //
It messed me up on the day it occurred to me
There’s been nothing kept sacred from burglary /
They took it all… Taking absurd to me…
The land wasn’t made by a person, see //
We are of it… We’re not above it… The
Truth is I love it so much that it’s hurting me /
I am from it… My mic it has fungus and
Roots… The earth it bleeds… Dirt is now Burgundy //
The blood of the past is resurfacing…
Mixing with mud and grey matter and mercury /
Hunting our cultural currency…
Call to the drum is a call to emergency (emerge and see)

They tried to beat the drum out of us…
Cause nobody beat the drum proud as us /
Nobody beat the drum loud as us…
So they tried to beat the drum out //
They tried to beat the drum out of us…
But still we beat the drum proud /
They tried to beat the drum out of us…
But still we beat the drum loud!! //

Been saying it for years… They prey on our fears…
They feed on our hate… But it isn’t here /
Our vision is clear… Like water should be…
Wasn’t for profit it probably would be //
Still tracking on land that was robbed from me…
Still hunting for what was not taught to me /
Still walking for justice and stepping in harmony….
Fighting for freedom, respect and equality //
Path has been twisted we need to un-
wind it… Planet has tilted cause we have a- /
ligned with each other in numbers for mother earth…
Climate change is for real… Rich aren’t //
buying it… Right, just acting so righteous...
Laughing and smiling at lateral violence /
Violently laying their pipes through sacred
sites while babies cry… Elders are praying with //
pipes… Tobacco and sage is priceless…
Rights… They’re what we demand… We have no
price… Defending the land they sacrifice…
Each river is sacred.. Water is life //
The system was made to be twisted by
dollars and riches… It’s all ‘bout the business… We /
need to rebuild this… The beast it is greed and it
needs to be killed… A disease and a sickness //
Music my method for beating the odds…
Brutally beat up the beat for the cause /
Bare handed… Two tons in each paw…
Bear clan and I’m coming to march //
This thunderous beat in my heart…
Keeps Thumping and beating so hard /
This thunderous beat in my heart…
Keeps Thumping and beating so hard //

They tried to beat the drum out of us…
Cause nobody beat the drum proud as us /
Nobody beat the drum loud as us…
So they tried to beat the drum out //
They tried to beat the drum out of us…
But still we beat the drum proud /
They tried to beat the drum out of us…
But still we beat the drum loud!! //

This is assimilation!!!
This is a simulation!!!
This is assimilation!!!
We are living in a simulation!!!
They tried to kill my Nation!!!
This is assimilation!!!
Cultural disintigration!!!
This is a simulation!!!
Want land back… We’re sick of waiting…
This is assimilation!!!
Got our bones mixed in the pavement…
This is a simulation!!!
So many ghosts living in the basement…
This is assimilation!!!
So many worms holes in the matrix…
This is a simulation!!!
This is assimilation!!!
This is a simulation!!!
This is assimilation!!!
No more living in a simulation!!!
We’re going to rebuild the Nation!!!
No more living in assimilation /
Cultural Revitalization!!!
No more living in a simulation //
Want land back… We’re going to take it…
No more living in assimilation!!! /
This is our home… Our land… We’re Native
No more living in a simulation… //
We’re on our way back… Our path is ancient…
No more living in assimilation… /
To the future our past we’re taking…
No more living in a simulation //

They tried to beat the drum out of us…
Cause nobody beat the drum proud as us /
Nobody beat the drum loud as us…
So they tried to beat the drum out //
They tried to beat the drum out of us…
But still we beat the drum proud /
They tried to beat the drum out of us…
But still we beat the drum loud!! //

Still hunting on the land… Proud…
No such thing as a government handout…
Only given back just a handful… I stand out
Like a tamarack on the flats full of candles...
Lighting on fire… Spreading heat on a cold wind…
You’re not alone… You’re surrounded by spirit…
They’ve tried to defen you… But you can hear it
If you listen real close… On the land it’s nearest…