In a circle we sat Indian
My family the roots
From the West Indies
To West Philly
Proud running horse Cherokee soldier
Buffalo with black feet
Soul native, taking my land back
You watch and learn
My tomahawk, My machete
Scalping healing you faithfully
Haven't lost my way or gone astray
Just took a little time off to play
From the sand box to the open range
Before I take aim with my mind to penetrate
While I shoot I pray
At the same time
I am culturally understanding
The real reason for
Dancing in the Rain
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