Sitting by the heat in a shabatwan…
Dripping like the grease from a sagabon /
Crumbling the sage for the past that’s gone…
Praying for the rain in the Amazon //
What you know about burning leaves?
What you know about our worst enemies? /
Ain’t even safe for the coral reefs…
Plastic islands… The orca grieves //
Clear the land for the cattle… Beef…
Deliberate flames… That’s shallow… Thieves /
Stealing the life from the stands of trees…
We’re breathing the canopies //
This is treason and anarchy…
This is evil… It can not be /
For the man’s greed it’s the land that bleeds…
Black blood… A sign the wound’s bad and deep //

Gotta bring that culture back…
Gotta bring that culture back /
Only one way to win this war…
Get back to who we were before //
Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //

Niskuk and a moose rack still on my back…
So many just stuck on the modern path /
Too many of us have been caught and trapped…
In a system made to wipe us off the map //
When we pray for the strength to stand…
We don’t put together our hands… /
We rise them up and we dance…
Eyes wide shut in a trance… //
Pow wow strut with a b-boy stance….
Facing the wind like a decoy… Bad /
Style with a good intent… Sweet grass
Burning while the world is turning mad //
It’s been stabbed but my heart’s intact…
It’s not broken… But dark and cracked /
It’s been starving for what we had…
We’ve been struck we must react //

Gotta bring that culture back…
Gotta bring that culture back /
Only one way to win this war…
Get back to who we were before //
Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //

Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //
Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //

We are all oxygen users…
And he’s killing all the producers /
His industry causing these ruins…
Barren from where the kapok to the spruce is //
There’s medicine in the bear meat…
Messages within your dream when the bear speaks /
We should be out growing fruit and berries…
And digging up truth they’ve buried… But the truth is scary //
He doesn’t want us to know…
He doesn’t want us to grow /
He is dishonest… Addicted to profits…
He poisons our body and soul //
Praying for the people cause the man is
Preying on the people like a mantis /
All across the atlas… Everybody at risk…
We all know the man is the real savage //

Praying for the people cause the man is
Preying on the people like a mantis /
All across the atlas… Everybody at risk…
We all know the man is the real savage //

Sitting by the heat in a shabatwan…
Dripping like the grease from a sagabon /
Crumbling the sage for the past that’s gone…
Praying for the rain in the Amazon //