White over red the rivers bleed, life overturned for others
greed
They are the real citizens, fathers of the land
A race plummeted to the ground without reason
Proud with honor they’re fierce
They were pushed to be violent, they loathed new creed
They are the real citizens
War painted face they reveal their hate
To the ones that they despise
They are the real citizens, they’re ready to make a stand
Will they ever find peace of mind, a quiet time?
Plotting their rage to gain back land
Getting ready to crush all whites to death
They are the real citizens
Many died still haunting the plains
They’re walking in limbo, lost life, still life
Gone forever
Tribe of pride, love for life
Both stolen in the night
To live life is all that they wanted
Stand proud to be
To push all others away
Push them away, by the same
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