REDVOLUTION LYRICS

REDVOLUTION – LYRICS

Litefoot released Redvolution in 2004 and the album contains some of his most powerful work as a lyricist. The album was inspired by centuries of oppression dealt toward the Native American community. The album was Litefoot’s audio manifesto and the energy of the lyrics  and the performance screams enough is enough. How loud does someone have to scream to have their voice be heard in this world. The lyrics to four of those songs are below for you to read and enjoy.

Speak Truth

Intro Ad Lib Voice:

There will be a time that will come when the world becomes very sick, chaotic and so lost that they will be force to humble themselves. The majority will put their face on the ground and show our mystery honor.

1st Verse

Here I am again. Frustrated, standin’ up for the people

Fightin’ on KPFA radio tryin’ to get the masses to hear me equal

But feelin’ like I’m screamin through some racist concrete walls

Feelin’ like they wanna keep me locked in a cupboard three inches tall

All I desire is for the evil and hatred to cease

At least for the schools to implement our history and teach

A whole nation of Indian children every boy and every girl

Show them a text book with a successful Native in this world

Show them our culture is beautiful and many died for them to live

Don’t speak bout us in past tense and offer education with nothing to give

You teachin’ the descendants of U.S. prisoners of war

You reaching the descendants of small pox diseases and more

So when they look at the teach and don’t believe the rah rah speech

Instead of sendin’ them to the office maybe you should just sit and think

Bout what you got taught in school or better yet probably didn’t

The U.S. didn’t say good bye to us they wrote history books to say, “good riddance.”

Chorus

How should I

Be of you?

In all I do

You know… I speak truth

How can I

Honor you

In all I do

You know… I speak truth

 

2nd Verse

I don’t wanna be controversial, extreme or even militant

But I cannot stand by and say nothing even if you ain’t feelin’ it

I ain’t mad at you leavin me all out here on the battlefield alone

I ain’t mad I’m fightin’ for our life while you chillin’ in ya home

Cause I was born to do this and given the strength to endure

Speak the truth that many wouldn’t and never ever question if I’m sure

Cause I have been placed on this dirt to give your spirit some worth

Open my mouth for the Creator no doubt no matter how much it hurts

Form words bringin’ Ancestors out the past to here and now

And what you hearin’ now ain’t too many gonna be cheerin’ now

Rather they fear it now but a lil’ later they gonna get it

Then remember back ‘bout Litefoot and appreciate how I spit it

And see me for me that’s not spoken arrogantly

Humble to those I serve, because who I serve lasts eternally

Did the work I was sent to do and stood up for the truth

Me against the world, but ya know ya boy did what he had to do

Chorus

How should I

Be of you?

In all I do

You know… I speak truth

How can I

Honor you

In all I do

You know… I speak truth

Breakdown Ad Lib Voice:

But some will move strong to evil in that time of disease strange weather, war and darkness when people of all colors begin to lose hope. One will come. The ancient ones have prophesied this.

 

3rd Verse

I love my people therefore I can love myself

So I love myself now I can bring my family wealth

Wealth not in dollars or shiny nickels, dimes or quarters

But richness of spirit so I can put it all in proper orders

Cause you can not fix those around you if you broke down inside

You cannot project joy with ya face if ya eyes drownin’ in lies

And ya heard me say it all those who heard me speak in person

Do something with the message otherwise it’s just only words

Just sounds floatin’ around that was just nice for ya’ll to hear

Not the healin’ strength and weapons meant for ya to conquer ya fears

So do what I said and pray the moment that ya eyes is open

And believe In what ya ask for, don’t speak to the Creator like you just hopin’

But rather that you have hope in every serious thought that was spoken

That you ain’t just talk you show ya prayers through ya actions and motions

Believe me I know how hard it is to actually do these things

And sometimes fail, Because although we try… We just human beings!

Chorus

How should I

Be of you?

In all I do

You know… I speak truth

How can I

Honor you

In all I do

You know… I speak truth

Outro Ad Lib Voice:

This one will probably have moved amongst the people and have traveled the land for years, mostly going unrecognized and unnoticed… As people like this usually do. But the evergrowing darkness of the world, will bring the Lite for all to see. And it will become, as it was said it would be. As it would be, it will become.

What’s It Gonna Take?

Announcer Voice:

Now what we have here Jim is, uh, Eminem is accused of being a racist because he said the “N” word. But I was looking in the record store and I saw this African American, Biz Markie with a headdress on. Now, isn’t that offensive to Native Americans?

1st Verse

It’s unfortunate the world we live in seem filled with hate

Don’t wanna believe my eyes the conflict men create

There ain’t much love ain’t much that seem sincere

We all think we free, but mostly just slaves to fear

Go to war with other nations for less than what they did

Didn’t throw us in no ovens but still burnt up our women and kids

Don’t sound nice to talk about but I gotta do it still

No ones ever apologized to us my rap talks how I heal

How I deal with all the anger I feel that’s just not mine

Instead of goin’ at ‘em with nines I get at ‘em with these here rhymes

But don’t get it twisted. It’s still in me to wanna fight

Calm down that wasn’t aimed at you. Now just because you white

I wanna fight for true freedom my ancestors cherished.

It’s gonna take us all no matter what color ya skin and hair is

So think bout how you treat folks when ya tongue rolls round ya mouth

Cause if I said half the things to you I hear… My shit’d get snatched out.

Chorus

So what’s it gonna be for you and me to see.

That we brothers and sisters we all need equality

This world ain’t just white – it ain’t all black either

It takes the brown yellow and red to complete the people

What’s it gonna take more of our blood to spill

Is it gonna be killing the earth over oil to drill

This world ain’t gonna make so we best to chill

I ain’t got shit to say but a lot you could feel

 

2nd Verse

So can you speak to me about what the world screams to me

Disrespect so damn blatant who’s realities on TV

Got the money to buy the box but what’s this comin’ out my box

It ain’t respectin’ me. What the fucks on my TV?

Saturday Night Live got a comedian named Billy Smith

He don’t look like no skin I know. He ain’t funny for shit

He got a cowboy hat on and of course a braid out the back

But he don’t talk good English and oblivious to why he’s laughed at

Guess basically what Lorne Michaels and Jimmy Fallon tryin’ to say

Is that I’m in the past what you doin’ here tryin’ to be today

That me and my people just some washed up, “has beens”

That we couldn’t even tell a joke or be funny to get some friends

SNL sayin’ the same as the movie biz and hip hop

We only good with feathers on. We don’t exist when they off

I punch the remote feelin’ like my whole race is a joke

I wanna grab ‘em by his throat but instead I just burn this cedar for hope

Breakdown Ad lib

Announcer Voice:

This just in. Eminem has been convicted of being a racist and uh, well many hip hop people just continue to wear the atlanta braves and cleveland Indians on their head.

Chorus

So what’s it gonna be for you and me to see.

That we brothers and sisters we all need equality

This world ain’t just white – it ain’t all black either

It takes the brown yellow and red to complete the people

What’s it gonna take more of our blood to spill

Is it gonna be killing the earth over oil to drill

This world ain’t gonna make so we best to chill

I ain’t got shit to say but a lot you could feel

 

3rd Verse

I did this show in New York in the county of Nassau

My homboy Lance handled that. Shinnecocks, “Wassup Ya’ll?”

I flew into LaGuardia I brought the whole damn tribe

My wife, my son, my bruh’s from the big Dub Y

Called over to Milwaukee, they got Aztecs right there

I told ‘em blow the whistle make gold dust fill up the air

They ain’t never gonna seen or expect the show we bring

Cause this Indian gonna make a call and bring the whole Rock Steady team

Showtime and it’s chaos. The coliseum’s sold out

Jadkiss spits Ludacris grabs the mic and out

Before Bust Rhymes it’s time for Litefoot and his crew

I jumped onstage grass danced and I spit the truth

Then the crowd split from cheers to “F” this skin

I thought this was america people I guess we ain’t equal again

Now a year later I’m watchin’ the Grammy’s it’s 2004

The crowd praisin’ Otkast dressed like Indians, jumpin around on the floor man.

Chorus (2x‘s and out)

So what’s it gonna be for you and me to see.

That we brothers and sisters we all need equality

This world ain’t just white – it ain’t all black either

It takes the brown yellow and red to complete the people

What’s it gonna take more of our blood to spill

Is it gonna be killing the earth over oil to drill

This world ain’t gonna make so we best to chill

I ain’t got shit to say but a lot you could feel

Talk About It!

Intro Ad Lib

You know Public Enemy, NWA, all the way to Tupac and Dre!

Can we talk about it? (Singing)

They get to say what they wanna say. It’s America right? Marilyn Manson. Dixie Chicks.

I’mma rap about it? (Singing)

Why can’t I speak?

1st Verse

The warriors back! I’m the truth that’s a fact.

Sit down and shut up, or step up and get slapped.

I’m so tired of hearin’, that same ‘ol “rah, rah”.

I can’t rap. I sold out. Blah Blah.

All these accusations out the dark that’s aimed at me,

Talk shit in the shadows and don’t reveal who they be.

Cowards. My lil’ sister got more nuts than you

Big talk. I got thousands itchin’ to say, “wassup!?” to you!

And they ain’t lil’ kids. They ain’t pack lil’ shit.

That go for medicine or what’s ever in they fitted.

You sucka’s just way too dumb to get smart!

All that shit that you pop, don’t even amount to a mouse fart.

But that what really piss you off! See, I know.

You in love with me, But mad- cause I’m no homo.

And on top of that, got the hottest chick on any rez!

You understand what I’m droppin’,  I’m just sayin’ what’s in yo head.

Chorus

Hey! Can we talk about it?

Hey! They don’t talk about it.

I’mma bring the real in here.

Make the whole world feel the deal!

Hey! Can we rap about it?

Hey! They don’t sing about it.

I’mma bring the real in here now.

Make the whole world feel the deal now!

 

2nd Verse

Voice: Litefoot ain’t Hip hop. He ain’t real or gangsta.

Listen to me, Fuck Hip hop. Fuck you little wanksta’s

Then I reverse the curse, cause lil ‘ ones hear my words

But you could light ya’self on fire, scream and wouldn’t be heard

So sit down and turn the speakers way up to ten

I’m sayin’ this here slow, so no misinterpretin’

When’s the last time ya saw ya favorite rapper on a rez?

Never. Cause ya backpack ass don’t exist to them. Get it?

But they quick to throw on a fitted- with a skin

And I ain’t talkin’ bout, “New Era’s” with them leathers in them

I’m talkin’ bout them “indians(Cleveland),” “redskins(Washington)” and “braves(Atlanta)”

I’m talking’ bout them “mohawked” out Puff Daddy fades

They know we was here even before New York existed

That Ernie P, the Cree, photographed Crazy Legs twisted

That it was never just Black folks in them lyrical ciphers

Ask Afrika Bambatta. Tell him Litefoot told ya to holla!

Chorus

Hey! Can we talk about it?

Hey! They don’t talk about it.

I’mma bring the real in here.

Make the whole world feel the deal!

Hey! Can we rap about it?

Hey! They don’t sing about it.

I’mma bring the real in here now.

Make the whole world feel the deal now!

Make the whole world feel the deal now!

3rd Verse

I’m bout ready to turn the Lite on all over the world

‘Bout ready to make ‘em love Indians, every boy and girl

‘Bout ready to crack ‘em in the mouth straight out the thin air

Leave ‘em feelin on the head wonderin’, “Where’s they hair?”

Leave all wantin’ to be even more than just Cherokee

And if she righteous enough might even raise her blood quantum a degree

Born to build a bridge they said could never be built

Built to make it right for all the millions that was killed

And I did it with this mic- the Creator put in my hand

I walk pre-destined, understand that there was always a plan

Now Jesse Jackson rings the phone and he talks to me

Russell Simmons know ya boy! Wrote seven pages bout me

But ya find me not in L.A., New York or Atlanta

Ya find me on some rez, givin back like I was Santa

Ain’t I really don’t give two shits if you get what I do

Stay ya ass on the rez and wait for Snoop Dogg to shoot through.

Chorus (2x’s and out)

Hey! Can we talk about it?

Hey! They don’t talk about it.

I’mma bring the real in here.

Make the whole world feel the deal!

Hey! Can we rap about it?

Hey! They don’t sing about it.

I’mma bring the real in here now.

Ancient One’s (The Dream)

Intro Voice:

Do you remember me? Do you remember my children? Do you remember your grandmothers and grandfathers? Your mothers, your fathers? Do you remember the ones that walked this earth before you? The sacrifice that we made for you? The blood we spilled on this ground?

1st Verse

I wander back through the clouds, sweet grass and smoke.

To a time long ago when throughout the lands we roamed

One with on High. No weed smoked only sacred pipes

Village after village filled with enlightened indigenous lives

Grandma sittin’ by a pot cookin’ over glowin’ fires

Tellin’ lil’ girls how they the queens of this Red empire

Mothers raisin babies nursin’ whole new generations

Lookin ‘em in they young eyes that she feeds and gives life

We blessed by the children when they blessed by us

We love ‘em long enough they treat they own precious

Philosophies handed down by women to make strong men

They cherish they wives so much they trade in they lives

Be a beautiful sight to see it all go down now

The harmony in this village ain’t found in no town now

I’m caught in the middle of this perfect perfect glimpse

To who and what we really are or a least I wish

Chorus

Who are we? What have we become?

Do we honor us? Or just forgotten?

What we really are. Why we really here.

Those that walked before- still in spirit here!

Tell me who you are. Do you really know?

Do you honor me? Would I ever know?

It’s blowin’ in the wind. Movin’ cross the land.

They reachin’ out to you. Go on take that hand!

 

2nd Verse

I proceed to move through long houses and tipi’s

Tribe after Tribe all kinds a Nations of Neechie’s

When to my left I humbled to a beautiful sight

A father with his son making arrows take flight

Uncles all watchin’ while lessons and skills get passed

Teasin’ they nephew as just to where he’s aimin’ at?

And over by a lodge grandpa’s eatin’ soup amused

Reminiscin’ bout the same moments he had in his youth

Now he sees the children he taught become the teachers

Fulfilled seein’ another generation learnin’ how to feed us

The sparkle in his eyes is worth a thousand words

All around him children being taught to honor and serve

Childrens respect comes natural when it’s given to them

So when grandpa sits to talk they all gather to listen

I still hear his voice as they fade further away

Got me prayin’ we return to who we were one day, C’mon.

Chorus

Who are we? What have we become?

Do we honor us? Or just forgotten?

What we really are. Why we really here.

Those that walked before- still in spirit here!

Tell me who you are. Do you really know?

Do you honor me? Would I ever know?

It’s blowin’ in the wind. Movin’ cross the land.

They reachin’ out to you. Go on take that hand!

 

3rd Verse

I step out my house my dream still fresh in mind

My ol’ school visions playin’ constantly on rewind

No wheels to roll so my Jordan’s peel out in the dust

Back to getting nowhere fast in my struggles to come up

Maybe I ain’t meant to be what’s on these posters I see

Get a education, a job and raise a good family

Whose reality is that? What these fools want me to believe?

When a 40’s for breakfast and dinners commodities

It’s all good intentioned there’s some really wanna help

And what they call a case project’s my own personal hell

Which got me holdin’ onto that dream like life itself

Seein’ them smiling faces opposite the cards I’m dealt

I’mma a grown ass man standin’ here fightin’ back tears

Fightin’ back the urge to drowned hurt with six packs of beers

Give my whole life for a second of my dream to be real

Because it’d just take a second for this warrior to heal

Chorus (2x’s and out)

Who are we? What have we become?

Do we honor us? Or just forgotten?

What we really are. Why we really here.

Those that walked before- still in spirit here!

Tell me who you are. Do you really know?

Do you honor me? Would I ever know?

It’s blowin’ in the wind. Movin’ cross the land.

They reachin’ out to you. Go on take that hand!

Sometimes

Intro Ad lib

Sometimes I feel like my head is gone. I feel like this whole world is wrong

I feel like, like, nobody understands what I feel like. Like it’s just me. Well, it’s just us. And it’s just, like that!

1st Verse

Sometimes I wish I ain’t have to write songs like this

Like we were beyond this here and lived together in just bliss

With no racist’s and no insensitive creatures crawling the earth

Sometimes I don’t believe america believes my culture has worth

Still tryin’ to rub my face in the dirt and blurt words which hurt

Sometimes I wish I made up what I’ve seen done with a smirk

But here we are and sometimes I see hope in the dark

Hear about people who wanna help and well I guess that’s a start

But sometimes I wonder why millions go for aid overseas?

While Indian hospitals can’t put band-aid’s on scratched knee’s

Sometimes I wonder why Hollywood stars give to every cause?

But when it comes to the rez the urgency to assist gets lost

Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever have equality for us?

If we’ll get beyond promises made to puppets to humor us

So humorous. But in a really sick and twisted dark way

Sometimes I wish my struggle and I could just part ways.

Chorus

Sometimes I feel like my head is gone.

Like this world is wrong

And I can’t stand it.

It’s not the way I planned it

Sometimes it seems like it never stops.

Like the sky could drop

And I can’t stand it.

It’s not the way I planned it

 

2nd Verse

Sometimes I wanna scream so loud that america will stop and listen

Stop trippin’. Stop flippin’ on their propaganda mission

Sometimes what I hear just don’t make four from two and two

Sometimes I think what’s shitty to me… sounds good to you

Food for fools… Sometimes I see on my nightly news

The world fallin’ apart un-cureable diseases to infect you

But la la la la la! It’s another great day in the U.S.

Wake up! Time to bury more lies – more George Bush to digest

The whole worlds filled with “evil” and unrighteous sequels

Sometimes I wonder if “W” see’s my people and him as equal?

Sometimes I wish Osama Bin Laden hid out on my rez

So that the media would come visit and give Indian issues some press

“That fuckin’ Indian terrorist!” Did you hear what he just said?”

Sometimes I wonder how many of my people pilgrim terrorists killed dead?

And filled the ground red, so that God’s people could steal the land

Sometimes what some men do, makes me ashamed to upright stand!

Chorus

Sometimes I feel like my head is gone.

Like this world is wrong

And I can’t stand it.

It’s not the way I planned it

Sometimes it seems like it never stops.

Like the sky could drop

And I can’t stand it.

It’s not the way I planned it

Breakdown Ad lib

Sometimes if people just thought about what they did and what they said, before they did it and said it – this world would be a different place. But until then Andre /Outkast, put my shoes on.

 

3rd Verse

Sometimes I wonder how Black comedians get away blastin’ whites?

And white people buy the tickets to sell out their shows each night?

But if an Indian cracked a joke about a white or black guy

Then that would be racist we’d better call in the FBI

Sometimes I wonder if we’d just be better off dead and gone?

Sometimes I wonder why Outkast didn’t feel like they did nothing wrong?

So Indians honor Outkast back and put your afro wigs on

And act like a slave… show love and eat watermelon all night long

Sometimes I wonder why things gotta get so fuckin’ extreme?

Why does bringin’ it into perspective gotta make me look so mean?

Like, “Oh no. He didn’t just say what I think he just said!”

But to you I was dead, tellin’ Andre 3000 “You go ‘head!”

I don’t understand how educatin’ you is my responsibility?

And it’s my fault ya’ ignorant and ya’ excuses are so fuckin’ silly?

Sometimes I wish I could play stupid and act like I don’t know

And walk up to some black people and say, “What’s happenin’ negro!”

Chorus (2x’s and out)

Sometimes I feel like my head is gone.

Like this world is wrong

And I can’t stand it.

It’s not the way I planned it

Sometimes it seems like it never stops.

Like the sky could drop

And I can’t stand it.

It’s not the way I planned it

The Rez

1st Verse

They called me today and they told me all about the news

Nobody wants the proof and nobody wants the truth

Nobody wants to feel all the pain that you feel

Ya fevers on fire and everybody just wanna chill

The heartless residents of this world today

And ya layin’ there dyin’ but they got bills to pay

They got they own agenda and it’s filled with greed

And it’s money over life. It’s hatred that they breed.

No extended hands nobody even lifts a muscle

They’d leave ya face down drowning in a inch puddle

All my anger makes me wanna avenge you

Fight the whole world just so I can defend you

Now I’m back to feelin like I wanna check out too

Lookin’ for a liquor bottle where I can defect to

And get so shit faced that I forget ya face

And forget ya slow death and the United States

Chorus

Livin’ in this world no hope

Seein’ all the pain it shows

Got to show your town there’s a better place

Livin on the rez

 

2nd Verse

I know ya hear my words I know ya feel my hurt

I seen these tears fall off my face down to the earth

World want me to believe lovin’ you’s in vain

Want me to forget what you mean and all my pain

Tellin’ me to live like you just never ever were

When I look around I can’t tell what’s real for sure

Feel real obscure invisible and insecure

Nobody seems to know the measures of ya worth

So what am I gonna do if the sheets cover up you

No one seems to care just a bunch of blank stares

I realize why they kept you fictionalized

Reduced to stereotypes of what amounts to just lies

How can you miss that which you just do not know?

How can you grow when the seeds are never sewn?

And as ya pulse weakens ya understandings deepen

I’m appreciatin’ ya teachings given to us to strengthen.

Chorus

Livin’ in this world no hope

Seein’ all the pain it shows

Got to show your town theres a better place

Livin on the rez

 

3rd Verse

I’m kneelin’ by ya side and I’m prayin’ for ya life

I’m sayin’ to myself, “Everything’ll be alright.”

But I’m half in shock. My stomach’s filled with knots

More ya family be here but you know they all “F’d” off

And everybody else they been hearin bout ya health

They been tryin’ to cope but mostly at the end of they rope

Desperately upset about the poor treatment ya get

Mascots, broke promises and corrupt leadership

Been takin’ it’s toll. Crank’s our new disease.

It’s self supplied drugs bringin’ rez’s to they knees.

Once it infects it splits up and dissects

Rips spirits out chests turns clans to gang sets

Here I am talkin’ why ya layin there barely breathin’

Searchin’ all my thoughts I’m tryin’ to find a reason

To walk out,  give up and turn my back on you

But I’mma stay with my culture till I’m in the ground with you.

Chorus (3x’s and out)

Livin’ in this world no hope

Seein’ all the pain it shows

Got to show your town theres a better place

Livin on the rez

 All Songs © (p) 2017 Litefoot Enterprises, LLC/Native Style Music

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