Some 500 years have now pa**ed, yet in the past
I'm still finding the keys to the questions that I ask
I'm only one great son, son of the great great One
Of the One great spirit, of the great One sum
I'm thinking about how I could feel it
When I lived your slums
I was beaten by the seasons
With no material wealth
I was a free man; All is magic
I could hear this; All is music
Such is the dream, such is the vision
It's just like that; One day I swayed
Along the scenes of dream daze
And caught fast lanes in my eyes
Along the rays of crystal glaze
And then all became named
I had awoken to the sky, been smoked by the sun
Raised by the High, smoked by the One
Raised on this Earth
To provoke everyone
In a good way
Channel the Ravel, unravel
Revel the rebel, the level
I am copper. Deep from this earth
And am all that surrounds me at birth
I become all that surrounds me in d**h
I'm telling you a story of a man in space
With his hands on his face
Floating about him are the spirits of age;
Whispering about man and his place
They asking him to remind this man of his place
And using his voice;
And despite all the violence and the noise
You can still hear them saying:
Be proud Redman be proud. Be proud of your tradition
Be proud of your race and be proud of your vision
The past is now pa**ed and although I may ask
Why the past is my mask I must know
That I am what I now choose to grab from my past;
That I will only know what I now choose will last
From my past. From my blood. From my race
From the colour in my face
From the nature of my place in the old ways
In one of those days I too was borne
To the dust in the earth and the scorn
Red blood under redskin; the red sin
In the culture I am dressed in
Possessed in
Unblessed in
Vexed in
And stressed in
Identity, enter me, let me see the enemy
Let me be the animal
Escape, from the entities, that crave my humanity
That feed from my fears
That feed from my greed and that feed from my tears
I will take off these clothes, stand proud
Take my place in the round
And stomp the ground in powwow
I am copper. Deep from this earth
And am all that surrounds me at birth
I become all that surrounds me in d**h
I'm telling you a story of a man in space
With his hands on his face
Floating about him are the spirits of age;
Whispering about man and his place
They asking him to remind this man of his place
Using his voice;
And despite all the violence and the noise
You can still hear them saying:
Be proud Redman be proud. Be proud of your tradition
Be proud of your race and be proud of your vision
Be proud of your place and be proud of your mission
The paint on your face, saying never submission
Remember those days and remember your religion
The freedom and the nature and the birth of first vision
We are all still here;
We are all still listening to the prayers
In the smoke that your pipes release into the air
With the hope that your children will grow to be aware
And be proud of what is theirs
To the Redman:
I am copper. Deep from this earth
And I am all that surrounds me at birth
And I am all that surrounds me in growth
And I become all that surrounds me in d**h