Super Xikanoa

You step to me like you were someone ordained to judge

But it takes week people

To impose their will

And strong people

To respect, keep trucha, and chill

Your so consumed by self affirmation

That you carry this out through personal colonization

With a delusion of grandeur

You really believe for the cause

But your motives are distorted, twisted, and flawed

Chip on that shoulder, you're harder than though

No one knows what you know cuz your showing them how

But you don't mean no harm your intentions are good

But our gente are so hungry that your words are like food

Like the movie "Once were warriors"

Our foundation lacks strong roots

So if something appears like direction

Our gente will embrace with strong affection

And the person who declares the truth is stimulated by the attention

So beware of the partially blind leading the blind

I'm more indigenous than you!

I'm more revolutionary than you!

I'm more Cihuatl conscious than you!

Well fuck that!

Cuz we all got contradictions!

Smoking Mirror!

And beyond that

Real hard people, they move in silence

you know what I'm saying?

Real hard people, they move in silence

The red road is a humble one

The red road is a humble one