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Our music speaks to us, it reflects our past A tribute to the ones brave enough to create it Rhythmic power celebrates their voices but they are fading fast Native culture something for the media shows only when they see fit Indigenous survival is threatened now Exploitation, isolation, and loss A future on our land is beyond our view somehow We have given all through our open hand at tremendous cost A simple life too much to ask but all we desired Live in harmony with the land and respect what nature provides If we had anything of value it was bargained away by greed that conspired Traffic our path, our land and now our people, the simple way out are the countless suicides