how can you say you stole away this place you call da US of A from the native race That was first to unearth the birth on dis turf only to be cursed it only got worse ogitichtaw from day 1 ,son born into slavery or wait it's poverty been at battle fighting all these emotions that keep clouding up my window that I'm looking through at this monster called life. Surrounded by renovation concentrational reservations lines that separates my people from what side modern day I wake thanking tukashila for the profound day. as my sage awaits to show these reps da native way only to realize it was genocide my ancestor aways leaving them in holes without a face all unmarked Graves poof they gone without a trace the 1s that are strong there blanket awaits chemical warfare hiding in modern day