Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rebirth, artist - Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Song language: English
Rebirth |
12 full moons like white gold, grandfather sky is getting old |
Tides come and go and the rivers froze and the weather man said its getting cold |
Winters coming, I’m coming home |
My ancestors come from the snow |
I’m first born and Creator knows don’t let me get in my zone |
S on my chest, anti-hero I guess |
Beads on my neck and my earlobes are stretched |
Abnormal, irregular, so unconventional, are we original? |
YES |
Phone home, I got a bone to pick |
I got trust issues I can never fix |
I’m true to myself and my promises and when I’m in Rome I do the opposite |
Got my voice back with my artifacts; |
now I’m talking shit with my talking stick |
From Potlatch bans on our own land, where legal pot was provocative |
We drumming our drums as usual, we singing our songs as suitable |
We dance to it all, so moveable. |
We do it together, its beautiful |
I’m breathing heavy, I love it |
My palms are sweaty, I love it |
My culture’s alive, I love it |
The art is revived, I love it |
Uh, Nate to the bone |
Lit like my sage homie I ain’t alone |
The spirits stay with me to get where I’m goin |
Had my first sweat homie, I was reborn |
Pride gets bigger as my hair get long |
Two long braids, that’s a dedication |
Son of a gun, no registration… just like my pops |
We about feast, potlatch |
Copper shield on fleek, top notch |
Stayed true from the jump, Kriss Kross |
Dear Turtle Island, this the renaissance |
Don’t take my kindness for weakness, man that shit too funny my neechie |
So tell me, have you ever been at the bottom? |
Its muddy my neechie |
I’m pissed off for greatness my neechie |
Been silent and deadly since my nose was snotty |
Besides all my fam, I don’t fuck with nobody |
Illuminative, no illuminati. |
ILLUMINATIVE, NO ILLUMINATI |
Misunderstood, ya’ll don’t understand |
I’m a redman with a method man |
Resist, revive, indigenize — we heavy hitters |
We don’t die, we multiply — cry me a river |