I use to see sunshine flowing in all eyes It use to be friendly and lovely Cept for all the pain it masks in its act Homes been broken The community all together went ugly Indian affairs keep my people poor Self-govement my ass theres no such thing ... Chiefs are greedy while all the pepole are needy THere is no funds for a native The cheif pissed it away in the wind Treatie rights make it possible to commite fraud and extorsion, even theft. Millions is wasted on selfish leaders they picked it looks hopless as far as my lifeline goes Love can disapear Babies shed tears Mom and dad died drinking There is no help out there No leader in the position is even thinking, or brainstorming to make it better, Our pepole will be lost before forever! Barries are put up The 3rd party doesnt give a fuck THey dont have to care they just do enough to hand out welfare They were not entileted to run lives IT was up to us how we did it but nobody will take charge there is no such thing as great leadership The indian act and its politics is bullshit You see street kids You see out of control gangs And many end up dead Because there is no postive leader out there, that does care. Not in my life will i see change Because none of my pepole are willing to think They rather collect welfare Just so they can smoke and drinkBirth sign: Aries
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