G.O.W. (Gathering Of Weapons)

Violence against red men never ends
When the government sees redskins as a threat then
Moves are made to arrest and condemn
Native American blood from the land then
Americans feel safe? What about my race?
How many times do we gotta be misplaced?
Where’s the right to defend and protect mine?
Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline

The black mark in society is me
Navajo, Laguna, Washo alive, G
Mexican adds to the mix in the line
Fully indigenous, ready to bring my
Line of thought to the surface of mankind
Check the history, then you’ll know why
I’m prepared for the battle to be fought
Measure the violence born from a mad thought
First of all, they drew first blood
Killing the redskin down to the last one
Second, came the cross and whip
Kneel before God or suffer a few licks
Third, came the death of identity
Boarding school made sure that I ain’t me
So you see a Saint is aware
Of the war of the worlds and I am prepared


Violence against red men never ends
When the government sees redskins as a threat then
Moves are made to arrest and condemn
Native American blood from the land then
Americans feel safe? What about my race?
How many times do we gotta be misplaced?
Where’s the right to defend and protect mine?
Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline

Blood dynamics, race relations
Drives a wedge into warrior nations
Who’s a full-blood? Who’s a mixed-breed?
Who’s the wannabe claimin’ to be me?
A lot of redskins I know can recall
Their relations before the downfall
Blood and heritage, love and marriage is
Leadin’ to thinnin’ of indian lineages
Why can’t the warrior claim him a red queen?
Why can’t the queen keep her a red king?
Is it cuz we lost all the old ways?
Is it cuz we know that we been played?
No more Native blood is the new route
Reds are on the way to be bred out
Google statistics on indian blood
And how many red ones are actually red, son

Violence against red men never ends
When the government sees redskins as a threat then
Moves are made to arrest and condemn
Native American blood from the land then
Americans feel safe? What about my race?
How many times do we gotta be misplaced?
Where’s the right to defend and protect mine?
Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline


Many times indians try
Bein’ down with a gang and I ask why
Are you followin’ fools when your own blood
Stands for more than guns and a few drugs
Claim north side, claim south side
How ‘bout raisin’ fists for your own tribe?
Stand tall, native
Lead, never get led
Down the path of life in the bloodshed
I can speak cuz I seen what a man can
Do when caught with a gun in the wrong hand
Point, click, bang!
Feel the pain when
Guilt sets into the heart of a hard man
Tears are shed cuz it hurts when you take life
Many a gangster screamed
In the moonlight
Seein’ a dead man’s eyes in the darkness
Tests the mettle of the bold and the heartless

Violence against red men never ends
When the government sees redskins as a threat then
Moves are made to arrest and condemn
Native American blood from the land then
Americans feel safe? What about my race?
How many times do we gotta be misplaced?
Where’s the right to defend and protect mine?
Gather up the weapons, move to the frontline