John Trudell - Born 18/All Tribes lyrics

We were born 18 If you think we're strange You ought to see the others We were born 18 In the middle of a Babylon dream It's a crying shame Is the maim of the game Learning how to ride out the storm What did we take? What did we steal? What did we keep? What did we waste? We wandered with neon eyes Among broken lights Out of sync fantasies Unbecoming to reality Turning over images for others to see What we can't face looks for us anyway Breathing down our necks These breaths of fire We fought the cannibals Still nothing settled With all these hungers to go around Masters of disguises Living double lives Hiding and smiling We were born 18 Nothing we can do But conjure what we need The work going on is the work going on It's just more pyramids and slaves Wasting lives to the Royal Flush Nothing new happening here nothing new We were born 18 We were born 18 If you think we're strange You ought to see the others We were born 18 In the middle of a Babylon dream It's the maim of the game