I use to see sunshine in the faces of the youth, in the eyes It use to be friendly and honest in the community Cept for all the pain It trys to mask thease days Homes are broken The community all together went in a downward spiral Indian affairs keep my people poor Self-govement my ass theres no such thing... Chiefs are greedy And there is poor pepole without much that are in need There is no funds for a native to do something good with his life The cheif's piss away the money Treatie rights make it possible to commite fraud, extorsion, even theft. Millions is wasted on selfish leaders they picked it looks hopless to save such a depth Love can disapear Babies shed tears Mom and dad died drinking Grandma and grandpa are sick and old Brothers are in jail No leader in the position is even thinking, or brainstorming to make it better, And I know Our pepole will be lost before forever! Than we got barries 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 drink
Reason for writing:
A re write yeah man, i just wanted to share this with anyone who likes talking about poltics
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