Rich Garcia - My Land lyrics

[Verse 1: Litefoot] Tisket a-tasket, tasket a-tusket An arrow don't compare with the White man's musket I seen 'em coming thick as syrup Thousands and thousands they bailed in from Europe So forget what you heard in your school book Forget a treaty, I still call them all crooks A reservation's the apology Anthropology shows the truth But they still won't acknowledge me And now they talking this "My Country 'Tis Of Thee" And my people they went through misery Raped our women and k**ed our children Replaced all the greenery with concrete buildings And make me feel like I'm less than a man And make me carry ID to prove who I am And now they want to be a friend again Damn, you better run from this Indian [Hook: Rich Garcia] This land is our land This land ain't your land From California to the New York islands This land is our land This land ain't your land From California to the New York islands [Verse 2: Litefoot] Run! Indian head for the mountains If Colonel Custer comes around then you scalp him And fly another arrow with the flame on the tip Flip the cap back, now Mr. C's on the dead tip They gave us blankets from a man who died of smallpox In return for tomahawks? Nah, just some gold rocks Let's play cowboys and Indians It's sad - why? Cause the Indian was always the bad guy It's '96 and I'm a keep on rappin' And make sure nobody forgets that it happened The government still ain't scaring me It's Litefoot fool, and I'm proud to be a Cherokee As I look up disgust only hovers me Plus, Chris Columbus gets credit for discovery And now they want to be a friend again Damn, you better run from this Indian [Hook] [Verse 3: Litefoot] Now I'm a make it all fair again If you ain't a Indian, fool, then you really ain't American The Calvary celebrated victory and glory I read it, it's history Nah, it's his story Picture a beautiful country with green trees Living in peace - you see thousands of teepees Living off the land and our own laws No Presidents, deficit, or government flaws But now our people are living in poverty And they taught us a word they called property If I wanted to fool I could hate ya Now tell me, how do you put a price on nature They degrade ya No more meadows, just reservations that look worse than ghettos And now they want to be a friend again Damn, you better run from this Indian [Hook] [Outro: Rich Garcia] This land is my land It ain't your land It ain't your land It ain't your land It's my land