Peaches:


I, the universe
Witnessing a splitting image of its self

Cracks in its edges
Watch out!

Somewhere in this curvature of broken glass, embedded in small shards

I've dissected the mechanics
Of cause and effect

Revolved around the earth 30 years times 10, because this is the reality I'm livin' in

Colonial mindset
Proposition, lets all stand at attention, because that red, white, and blue flag means some thing to some one right now

Unable to speak and think in Diné
Always been scared of who I am

Fuck it ....

At this point ... were all dead Indians now

Douglas:

Give me my space and give me some time
My mental state it ain't feeling well
Can't afford no pistol dawg
Now how the hell will I paint these walls? (these walls)
With the same shade, of blood that drips from my scars
'Cause I be trying to feel again, so I run blades on my arm
I'm shuttin' my phone off, please just leave me alone
I don't feel like I'm a soldier, these fights I let them go
Ain't nobody want to talk, everybody thinks I'm wrong
I'm known for building walls, I force my friends to cut me off

Prosodic:

No fucks, no luck, no reason or options to hold
In the same spot that I've been rotting for about 20 some odd years or so
Felt fresh for about four of them I guess
In all adds to 27 sessions
So daunting with the every lesson
Just need some fucking evervesence
Depression's got me on the ledge
I pray but homie I won't beg
Been all too focused on the keg
Hoping I can make something out of this
It's just some wishful thinking though
This shit just keeps me sinking slow
I'm on the brink to keep it goin' til I sleep the floor
On the way for jonesin'
Chorus:

Kill the Indian and save the fucking man
I say kill the Indian and slave the fucking man today
Kill the indian and hope he doesn't rise again
Because the only good one is a dead one that I've ever seen

Prosodic:

Picture imperfection
A savage such a fucking beast
I'm nothing but another easy target to the 12 when I'm walking up and down the streets
Lifestyles and the times in a border town living
Any given funday's a charge to my business
Something that I will never get used to but to me it's such a normal fucking thing
Brainwashed to think that I don't deserve to succeed
Prosthetic state of mind of suicide and sipping aquanet to get by
Everclearing every memory of violence that I've been involved with in my short time
Hoping it will be fine
Nothing but a lie when I try to tell myself this
Evidence of the lost of benevolence with the shit that they had to take since the calv caught the gist of killing me

Optimal:

In a way I’d be like I’m a closed book
Disappointed every day on how the world looks
Consumed by the news
Quite a surprise a sane mind
Doesn’t want to grab a noose, and defuse the earth boos
That’s coming from the media
But what they’re feeding ya is a view to manipulate
It’s never easier for you to reciprocate
When the bad news moves at a constant rate
It’s all about to get the mental mind state locked in hate
Spirituality will not escalate
If an orange poison cloud is blocking their fate
But the narrative is our heritage
Is a gas mask on her face, So we walked into that space
Til we got a whole flock in it’s space
Let them know we’re humans, not rats
And we’re gonna take back, and we’re not going to race for our rightful place
You orange fuck face