We're ready for the ma**
Flame arrest black
The fabric of our dirt
The cattle lying flat
The belly of the wind
The Native Shiprock
The baddest in defiance
MOODIE Black stress
I think it matters where I static now
The fu*kING desert is a happy place
And for the ma**es I will give you things
I'll do my dances and I swear I'll rap
You are not dark
We are the highest order
Somewhere in LA
f**ing ma** murder
Carriage in a moss
Lost in a mountain
Calvalry of blanks
Native humans coming
Prarie buried under bullet teeth and stuck in landscape
How is worn Apache black leather after thunder?
Me and Earth a bloody mess and full ma**
Nothing underrepresented
Heavy on the master fader
Countless bitter rape of caverns
Copies of the never human
Soldering the master tapes
Elk hide and elder fat
Not a lot of friends out here
See you in the 20 after
But you will never find me...
LA
LA
LA