It has been a long time since the headdress has come on
For I have learned how the white man lies just for fun
It was always told in the stories of the past
How their world would never last
To promise is just a word to get them by
As my spirit has learned and it wants to cry
I sat in the circle and listen to the stories from the old
How they would help and bring us blankets when it gets cold
They sent food to us so we could fee the old
But to tell of the rotten parts were never told
They talk how there would be room for all in this land to have a happy life
But we see how the rules have been twisted to stab us like a dull knife
Now we see the white man’s world is counting on piles of paper work
For they say to do this and do that but it makes us fell like a jerk
The old ways have been taken away and it has weaken our soul
We can hear the cry of our God but he doesn’t say I told you so
As my tear hit the ground it makes a funny sound
For we don’t have the paper work to stand our ground
but the white man will speaks and tell you that it will take some time
So you need to fill out these 22 forms and maybe we will give you a shiny dime
A forked tongue is just a forked tongue
As we see that the paper work will never get done