Litefoot – My Land Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Litefoot]

Tisket a-tasket tasket a-tusket
An arrow don't compare with the White man's musket
I seen them 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 killed 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 from 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: 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 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: 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

[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

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