Divin in hell — o'sh**! I see so many faces, introduse ma meat
Suicide? Right, I neva do what I mean Fight — against who wins
Black — sickness attacks ma eyes Sickness attacks ma ears — spies
Everywhere — bust their a**es But we're not aggresive
White — sickness attacks ma mind Run to tha hills , feel tha speedy wheels
Ruin tha ancient civilisations No mercy for oua patience
Tommy — he's so poor boy,has no toy Fatha gone west, motha is under arrest
Home sweet home it's reservation — They not survive like a nation
f**! 'N u teel me 'bout tha progress No choice for human knowin less
Than beasts except to k** This manwho runs to tha hill
Discrimination means this kind of organisation
Destitute of their history, have no destiny
Prime guilty has no time To think about — that's crime
Manitu, great Manitu Cry for indians
Radio stations pervert tha situation TV sets lie — hearless cry
Police advise u rest all in peace now attention!
Movements, demonstrations, all this bullsh** fiction
This just kind of f**in addictions To keep tha soul quite and feel right
They think it's better than fight, but … Yon know man, that yo stupid mentality
k**s in u human, u have no personality U're impotent puppet in a sk**full hand
And this games will neva end
Manitu, great Manitu Cry for indians