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 movable
 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