The Messenger

The Messenger

© Red Vinyl Records 2002

Rise

Verse 1

Elevation, struggling to rise up though it
When ya down so long, you kinda get use to it
Kinda start excepting grey sky’s in place of blue
Start looking at life from this half ass view
Pointing the fingers at others, when it all goes down
Seeing mouths move but you ain’t hearing a sound
Takes a quick second to pull your game together
Re-evaluating friends, allowing ties to be severed
It’s a little something, like being a youngster again
You took it on the chin, wiser from where you been
You see it all clearer when is comes back around
Quick to get your guard up, hard to let it back down
That’s how you build strength on this predator earth
That’s how you stay alive though the pain & hurt
Add this one final piece to your new found life
Pray! That’ll keep your game locked tight.

Chorus
I hustle & rise and when you get down to it
This ain’t some shit I can explain, unless you done been though it
But I’ma spit it & make you all realize
That you can be anything that you dream, we gotta rise
I hustle & rise and when you get down to it
This ain’t some shit I can explain, unless you done been though it
But I’ma spit it & make you all realize
That you can be anything that you dream we gotta rise

Verse 2

I Came up short from the gate, born to a broken home
And I remember grandma saying,
bless the child who got his own
I close my eyes, I feel it traveling though,
these alcoholic genes inside me got me graving a brew
I blame my dad for passing poison though my veins
He gave me his name and taught how to medicate my pain
At fifteen, I’m swigging gin from a cup
Blacking out three nights a weeks & smoking hash in my blunts
I’m filled with all this anger and rage
I got this hurt that keeps growing & I don’t know where I’m going
My Whole life got my stressing & shit
Now I’m down for making paper knowing nothing legit
All the ghetto politics got me up in a twist
I’m having suicidal thoughts about slitting my wrists
Damn, I’m doing bad but I got hope in my eyes
Trying to make it though, I gotta come up & rise

Chorus
I hustle & rise and when you get down to it
This ain’t some shit I can explain, unless you done been though it
But I’ma spit it & make you all realize
That you can be anything that you dream, we gotta rise
I hustle & rise and when you get down to it
This ain’t some shit I can explain, unless you done been though it
But I’ma spit it & make you all realize
That you can be anything that you dream we gotta rise

Verse 3

Sometimes the pain feels way too much to bear
At those times, remember your Creator is always there
The strongest part of you is the prayers you say
Help you to find your way, struggle one more day
Life is a bunch of challenges, there’s won or lost
stops the booze overcome, make your roads easy to cross
So keep your head up & both eyes on the prize
Cause if you win, then we all gonna rise
(Slim)
After the anger & pain, I rise and stay in the game
Sometimes I feel I’m falling off, I’m chasing money & fame
I got to struggle just to stay in the fight
I’m Being tempted by my past but I search for the light
To guide my though, when life is wearing me out
Cause all I see is drama & I’m swimming in doubt
But then I think about my little girl’s smile
And that reminds me why it’s all worth while I gotta rise

Chorus
I hustle & rise and when you get down to it
This ain’t some shit I can explain, unless you done been though it
But I’ma spit it & make you all realize
That you can be anything that you dream, we gotta rise
I hustle & rise and when you get down to it
This ain’t some shit I can explain, unless you done been though it
But I’ma spit it & make you all realize
That you can be anything that you dream we gotta rise

The Message

Verse 1

Tomahawk! Still leaving scalps on the ground
Still rolling though towns with my rag top down
Who want to come test, Native America’s Best
Who want to get rolled by fools with tactical vests
A good day to die just got better for me
It’s a whole new year but damn, outlook is bleak
Every negative poll, got us first place listed
Trying to be optimistic- but how you battle statistics?
Undo government abuse, tribal genocide.

Thousands of treaties with nothing but lies
Call me militant. Man your missing the point.
Everything I spit’s historically’s on point.
If it don’t sound good, I know ya wanna stay asleep
But in your dreams, you seein the cavalry creep.
Wake up call! Rally up all of the troops
Tell em fight till the end & do what they gotta do

Chorus

My people, listen to the truth in the verse
C’mon people, even if the words I speak hurt
Knowledge, the key to unlock your cell
Enlightenment, the very opposite of hell
My people, get up off your knees
Native people, we’re our own worst enemies
Wisdom, all you need to overcome
The light, stops the dark from coming on.

Verse 2

Politikin the message. Yo, the letters is real
The Creator told me, “Tell all ya people the deal.
Fire off a few rounds with your lyrical arrows
Say what you gotta say- even if it scares those
Weak hearts, that’s playing the fence.
Let the spirits handle that Make ya blows make dents
Speak your words clear, then you blast em with truth,
Rap it to a beat and tie in your cultural roots
That’s your medicine LITEFOOT, Go do my work!
Even if it hurts, You still do my work.
I make you the promise, I’mma get your back
You answer to me, go on & never look back
Your rewards come later, don’t sweat any haters
I got something for them, between me & them
LITEFOOT, that means your FEET have LIGHT
On the darkest of nights, you see my path alright.”

Chorus

My people, listen to the truth in the verse
C’mon people, even if the words I speak hurt
Knowledge, the key to unlock your cell
Enlightenment, the very opposite of hell
My people, get up off your knees
Native people, we’re our own worst enemies
Wisdom, all you need to overcome
The light, stops the dark from coming on.

Verse 3

A decade strong, a CD stripe each year
Steady bring the word to many thousands of ears
Stand tall my people, you can do your thing
Don’t you listen to fools, disrespect your dreams
You see me player, I’mma handle my game
There ain’t thing you can do, you better bet on the name
I’m thinking of those, who rode against black boots
So I’m rapping for those,who gave their life for the truth
The battle is only over when you give up the fight
So the war is still on, until the end of my life
I’mma be that example of a warrior for you
I’mma be about everything’s right & true
I want you to know we ain’t promised a deal
You don’t get caught up thinking, you got time to kill
Every moment that pass, stays gone forever
Every second God gives, better treat it like treasure.

Chorus to fade

My people, listen to the truth in the verse
C’mon people, even if the words I speak hurt
Knowledge, the key to unlock your cell
Enlightenment, the very opposite of hell
My people, get up off your knees
Native people, we’re our own worst enemies
Wisdom, all you need to overcome
The light, stops the dark from coming on.

Stereotipik

Verse 1

Does it come in right here?
Hello, I’m an Indian, it’s really nice to meet ya’ll
Hau! Ooga, Ooga! Now should I do a war call?
I know what your wondering, where’s my headdress
Well I forgot in my tee-pee with the scalps & fried bread
It’s right next to my knife & my bloody tomahawk
And a picture of my dad’s hockey team the Chicago blackhawks
I was really in a hurry cuz my horse, it ain’t that fast
I don’t have a car, I’m just your basic blanket ass
Plus with no cash, it’s kinda hard to buy that gas
You know, we are all poor, sleep naked on the grass
I didn’t finish school, man it was just way too hard
Plus I can get though life with just my Indian card
It let’s me know how much of an Indian I am
And who decides that? Quit playing, man. That’s uncle Sam
Sam & his crew take really good care of my fam
They only killed half my tribe & stole our land

Chorus
Stereotipik What you know about me Stereotipik absent from history Stereotipik Don’t pretend to know – Yo America ya lettin’ ya ignorance show

Stereotipik Hollywood stereotyped me Stereotipik Mascots don’t honor me Stereotipik Ya’ll reap what you sow – Yo America raise up we lettin’ ya know

Verse 2

Oh, hey there, I’m back now
Where did I leave off?
Something about my tribe? Hmmm… forgot
Must of not been that important since I forgot so easily
Oh, look! The Washington Redskins are playing on TV
Their my favorite out of all these Indian teams
Cause of that crazy black guy who dresses up to honor me
The Seminoles look cool, but the Chief’s fight anywhere
Chicago’s got the Illini, what’s an Illini?
Makes me so proud to see these teams named after me
See my people’s struggle honored with rivalries
A mascot I can wear and you can grow up to be
A brave with braids, a new native identity
Chief Yahoo underwear, a culture we can all share
So paint ya face up till the other teams get scared
It’s a beautiful thing, recreational genocide, America’s multi-cultural Native America pride

Chorus
Stereotipik What you know about me Stereotipik absent from history Stereotipik Don’t pretend to know – Yo America ya lettin’ ya ignorance show

Stereotipik Hollywood stereotyped me Stereotipik Mascots don’t honor me Stereotipik Ya’ll reap what you sow – Yo America raise up we lettin’ ya know

Verse 3

Oh, Hau! Ooga, Ooga! Now hunting story begin
I tracking a bear all day and found him up in his den
I fought him with my hands, I punched & I kicked
Then I killed him with my blow from my mighty war stick
I skinned him on the spot & I drink his blood
Like dances with wolves, man. That stuff is good
Then I wandered in the woods for a couple of days
Praying to the trees, chanting like I was in a daze
I laid down & had a vision right there in my sleep
Dreamt I was a Cherokee & everybody wanted to be like me
Jumped up, grabbed an arrow, shot a bird out of the sky
You know, me good hunter, I got him right in the eye
Saw a deer took off, I ran him down with my knife
Talked to him for awhile then he vanished from sight
And thru the whole hunt a white guy played the flute
That was strange to me, bcuz he was pretty good.

Chorus
Stereotipik What you know about me Stereotipik absent from history Stereotipik Don’t pretend to know – Yo America ya lettin’ ya ignorance show

Stereotipik Hollywood stereotyped me Stereotipik Mascots don’t honor me Stereotipik Ya’ll reap what you sow – Yo America raise up we lettin’ ya know

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