I know you heard it in the movies, read it in comment sections
Seen it in the old cartoons, hell, you might of been told from your grandparents
They're savages, untamed, uncivilized
Ill-mannered vulgar heathens
But those are all just received ideas, 'cause in my eyes, a savage is the most brave
You have to be strong, resilient, and persistent
To survive the tribulations thrown in our direction
We have stories that need to be heard for us to grow
But for some of us it's difficult to tell a story
When the past continues with attempts to silence your voice, you know?
They tried to wipe us out
Take our languages, our culture, our traditions, our future
We're still here, and guess what?
We're waking up
We the seventh generation and we're in a time where the First Peoples are rising up
And strengthening our identities through movements
That make us stronger with every move we make
Some find their strength in protecting the land
Providing for their families, dancing like our ancestors
Weaving like our grandmothers, painting our hand drums and singing our songs
And we're no different
We find our strength in hip-hop by exposing the past
We were forced upon and embracing our culture, traditions, and languages
We rise in unity with our brothers, sisters and allies alike
Call us what you want, but we them savages