MADHATTA
MADHATTA

The Painting

The Painting

7 Plays

2 months ago

-CHORUS- Music is an art form, words painting pictures, Ancestors, Ancient Scriptures, Pray dey won't forget cha. Indigenous, The Americas, my homeland. I ain't talking about one part, we ran the whole thing. -repeat- -1st Verse- Animals thriving, Lush land, coast guarded by harsh swamps, canals and rivers runnin through da middle of cities shinin like Aurora in da dark. Swimming pools used as public baths, sanitation in the past, Buffalo roaming through da grass, Moccasins strolling down ah path. Marijuana in ah sash, moonshine in ah flask, feathers on da heads of many, oso, as they walkin past. Broken language, talking fast, gold grills, gold chains, diamond incrusted gold things, 4 seasons, crops change. Fed the realm, boat crafters, the firmament ours, no master. Steam boat, we rolled faster, Shamans talking, no pastors. Culture lost in plain site, bear grease 2 braids, hot combs, cool shades, been had flavor, cool-aids. Had electricians, blacksmiths, dey wondering how our tools made. Wondered how our lights glow, Mega cities surrounded by the Woods. Told em research Peru, Every mineral in one spot, arrows with our gun shots, dance for life we don't stop. Led them to dem popie fields, had dey soldiers sleep walking, dingo's guarding villages, attack wit ah plan, dey ain't barking. Pull up on intruders swiftly on da backs of our Grizzlies, riding on Elks gliding like ah dozen frisbees. Avatars sent to scout, Hot springs booming, ain't no drouts. Runnin water in ah house, reconstructed what we made. Gold bricks took from what we paved. Sea people, we bought the trade. Eve talked to us and left taylor made. Dey Cultures met us and prayed we stayed. showed em how to meditate. -CHORUS- Music is an art form, words painting pictures, Ancestors, Ancient Scriptures, Pray dey won't forget cha. Indigenous, The Americas, my homeland. I ain't talking about one part, we ran the whole thing. -repeat- They Seen it when they came here, Serpents carved on Pyramids. Sacred everywhere we lived, Grandma knew, she taught the kids. Showed this realm da Green thumb, made sure civilizations sprung, they ain't growing what we grow, they ain't knowing what we know. Tossin smoke bombs, start the show. Poison darts, they got to go. When in rome dey makin clones, wearin bedsheets, writing poems, talking about a distant land, Explores came we called them spys, canoes and horses how we drive, railroad systems, our design, climates change, can't change my mind. Shaman mental in my prime, love and hate I'm on the line. Wasn't lost just hard to find, told them zero hiding time. heroic villains teaching crimes. tryinna call our children bad, we was children felt da rath. Colonizing what we have, Black plague hit, they bought da rats. Called us Atlantis on dey maps, El Dorado, the land of gold, Turtle Island, the land dey stole, while arresting us for stealing, judging us like dey da victims. While telling us our Culture missin. I ain't from Africa, told them I'm ah Indian, Copper colored race, check with Webster fam he witnessed it. Indigenous, far from primitive, Culture vibrant, like them feathers that our Ancestors rocked with dey attire. Pow wow, StarChild, stack da wood, set it on fire. Called the Mother Earth Gia, and watched her supply us. Swear to tell da truth, I ain't lying.

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2 months ago

-CHORUS- Music is an art form, words painting pictures, Ancestors, Ancient Scriptures, Pray dey won't forget cha. Indigenous, The Americas, my homeland. I ain't talking about one part, we ran the whole thing. -repeat- -1st Verse- Animals thriving, Lush land, coast guarded by harsh swamps, canals and rivers runnin through da middle of cities shinin like Aurora in da dark. Swimming pools used as public baths, sanitation in the past, Buffalo roaming through da grass, Moccasins strolling down ah path. Marijuana in ah sash, moonshine in ah flask, feathers on da heads of many, oso, as they walkin past. Broken language, talking fast, gold grills, gold chains, diamond incrusted gold things, 4 seasons, crops change. Fed the realm, boat crafters, the firmament ours, no master. Steam boat, we rolled faster, Shamans talking, no pastors. Culture lost in plain site, bear grease 2 braids, hot combs, cool shades, been had flavor, cool-aids. Had electricians, blacksmiths, dey wondering how our tools made. Wondered how our lights glow, Mega cities surrounded by the Woods. Told em research Peru, Every mineral in one spot, arrows with our gun shots, dance for life we don't stop. Led them to dem popie fields, had dey soldiers sleep walking, dingo's guarding villages, attack wit ah plan, dey ain't barking. Pull up on intruders swiftly on da backs of our Grizzlies, riding on Elks gliding like ah dozen frisbees. Avatars sent to scout, Hot springs booming, ain't no drouts. Runnin water in ah house, reconstructed what we made. Gold bricks took from what we paved. Sea people, we bought the trade. Eve talked to us and left taylor made. Dey Cultures met us and prayed we stayed. showed em how to meditate. -CHORUS- Music is an art form, words painting pictures, Ancestors, Ancient Scriptures, Pray dey won't forget cha. Indigenous, The Americas, my homeland. I ain't talking about one part, we ran the whole thing. -repeat- They Seen it when they came here, Serpents carved on Pyramids. Sacred everywhere we lived, Grandma knew, she taught the kids. Showed this realm da Green thumb, made sure civilizations sprung, they ain't growing what we grow, they ain't knowing what we know. Tossin smoke bombs, start the show. Poison darts, they got to go. When in rome dey makin clones, wearin bedsheets, writing poems, talking about a distant land, Explores came we called them spys, canoes and horses how we drive, railroad systems, our design, climates change, can't change my mind. Shaman mental in my prime, love and hate I'm on the line. Wasn't lost just hard to find, told them zero hiding time. heroic villains teaching crimes. tryinna call our children bad, we was children felt da rath. Colonizing what we have, Black plague hit, they bought da rats. Called us Atlantis on dey maps, El Dorado, the land of gold, Turtle Island, the land dey stole, while arresting us for stealing, judging us like dey da victims. While telling us our Culture missin. I ain't from Africa, told them I'm ah Indian, Copper colored race, check with Webster fam he witnessed it. Indigenous, far from primitive, Culture vibrant, like them feathers that our Ancestors rocked with dey attire. Pow wow, StarChild, stack da wood, set it on fire. Called the Mother Earth Gia, and watched her supply us. Swear to tell da truth, I ain't lying.

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