antagonist

It was a murder!

Kenai just killed the reverend in rebellion

My fault, my attitude was telling him

The teachers swarming, holding me and him to the floor

We fight hard and break free, run out the door

They on our ass, me and Kenai peel in the Forrest

We running out of breath like a singer and a chorus

Dip behind the trees, we see them searching the area

Who knew 2 indigenous kids caused this much hysteria

Right now, our body heat keeps us warm on the interior

Then they leave us to be in the sun’s winter

Saying “they not survive long out here, mister”

They retreat it inside, we far from civilization

We in a place of constitutional disengagement

Ripping out or braids, cutting hair in all places

Putting our sage in the fire, laughing, enraging

We made it out, Kenai and I look around

We spend the night looking for things it stay alive

Sticks and Stones, fire and animal bones

We hunt for a bit, planning on how to dethrone

The church, we thinking of a way to purge

Kenai grabs the scrap paper from out his pocket

I grab my pen and we get to rockin’

 

A Revolution may spark tonight

You better get more artillery outside

A Revolution may spark tonight

You better get more artillery outside

 

Ay, god, let’s plan this out

This the route the took us in

We gotta get buff before we sprint

Look over there Kenai, you see that squirrel

We’ll eat that, then save these boys and girls

We’ll regrow their curls, we’ll rebuild our world

So let’s detail this plan we will unfurl

I saw a cave not too far away from where we are

It’s north of us, just follow the Polaris Star

Imma write a note every day to the students

Make sure they’ll never ever see the nooses

Sneak in at the back when they’re working

Slip in the note, make sure the foes don’t catch us lurking

And Kenai did, he executed the plan

Each kid that heard about knew the stance

At nightfall all of them were gonna prance

For the exit, following the star as navigation

Nightfall creeps, we stake out the plantation

A thump of noise is heard, we here racing

All the kids storm out of the “churches graces”

Headed for us, we guide them back through traces

Of sage and sweetgrass braided, no more being caged in!

 

A Revolution may spark tonight

You better get more artillery outside

A Revolution may spark tonight

You better get more artillery outside

 

Yeah yea

It’s me and Kenai now we ride guiding the jits

We justified, we all pearls, escaping the third world

From the teachers that starved us replacing sage with reefer

Drinking chemicals they say is water, but it’s ether

Now the kids and I meet up, the teachers scream us

We hide inside the cave, I open the book of our culture

They asked “Yo Kalli how did you obtain that!

I said “I asked the Creator, it was dropped in my hands by a vulture”

But no time for mythic explanations

We sitting in the cave, all of us crammed together

Gripping our sweaters making the heat better

Me and Kenai chant a psalm from our book of many things

And like that all of the children in every school grew wings

We all rise from the ground flying to the mother land

Right back inside of our lovely mothers hands