Lyrics - Medicine Groove Trio

“1917”
1917 non even a citizen
Good enough to bleed but not enough
To claim any right on your land
The land of your fathers.
1917 not even a citizen
27 years after Wounded Knee
Willing to fight or caught in drift
From the Red man land to the White man hell
In the Name of the Human rights
In the name of the Human rights
1917 on the French soil
In an ocean of blood tears and poison gas
Trying to survive minut after minut
To the evil madness of a white man war
One had a gun, another had a flag
One had a bayonnette another a gas mask
Some were afraid some others had lost it
They were already dead but they did not know it
In the name of the human rights
In the name of the human rights
“Inside the cage”
Traduction
Mita makoce tehan
Far from my country
Onatake wan eca
There is a cage
Onatake imahel mita kola un welo
Inside the cage there is my friend
Mita makoce tehan
Far from my country
Onatake wan eca
There is a cage
Onatake k’un hel wicasa ota unpelo
Inside this cage are a lot of men
Ikiciwalowan, ikiciwalowan
I’am singing for them, I’am singing for them
Cante wasteya kici Ho tanka walowan
With a good heart and strong voice i sing for them
Ho tanka walowan ehantans
If my voice is strong enough
Wicasa k’un hena
Those men
Namahunpi ktelo
Might hear me
Stand as a man”
“
Once upon the time, a human livestock
Working night and days
To pay its right to exist
Hoping for the very best in the after life
Like it was taught by the religious Dogma
Once upon the time, in this human serfdom
Medias and religion constitute the propaganda
Main stream bullshit on a submissive brain
In order to manipulate a deflated cock
Viva la Anarquia
So, did you actually choose to be enslaved ?
Were you parents and ancestors willing to be used
and abused, bowing down to the master ?
And are you8 satisfied with the idea to be owned?
Don’t you understand that you’re nothing but a number?
A function in the system made to serve and obey.
Can’t you realize that it is nothing divine?
Just a man fuckery going on for centuries
Viva la Anarquia
“Born Guilty”
Born Indian - Born red - Born poor – Suspicious.
Born Indian – Born red – Born poor – Born guilty
Born Indian – Born Native – Born Poor – Born Felon
Used as a slave in a redemptive prison
Treated like a dog and recycled as a waste
Used as a slave in a redemptive prison
Treated like a dog
Born Indian – Born red – Born poor – Born guilty
Born Indian – Born Native – Born Poor – Born Felon
Used as a slave in a redemptive prison
Treated like a dog and recycled as a waste
Used as a slave in a redemptive prison
Treated like a dog
(Prayer) Wakan tanka unsimalaye wanikta ca lecamun we, onatake wan imahel wicasa ota cekiyab
Wakan Tanka unsimalaye wanikta ca lecamun we, okaske k’un he imahel, mita kola okiya ye
Born Indian – Born Guilty – Born Poor – Born Guilty
Born Indian – Born Guilty – Born Poor – Born Guilty
Used as a slave in a redemptive prison
Treated like a dog and recycled as a waste
Used as a slave in a redemptive prison
Treated like a dog and recycled as a fuckin’ waste
“Human Farm”
Human livestock in a human farm
Human slaves constitute the livestock
Human livestock in the human farm
Human blood is fuel for the system
Human livestock in the human farm
We are the livestock they run the farm
Human livestock in the human farm
They use our soul to feed the system
Human system in the human farm
Bunch of motherfuckers with the greed as a religion
Human justice on the human farm
Bunch of pawn on the bankers’ chessboard
Hey you, what are you gonna do?
Let your child bee a human slave?
Hey you what are you gonna do?
Let your child be part of the livestock?
“Kola” (Lyrics from a prayer that will lose meaning when translated)
(Verse)
Kola miye ca wamayanka yo
Wanna wau welo
Inajin yo
Na wanyanka yo
Eca wambli gleska wan
Wana u welo
(Chorus)
Kola waun welo
Kola, miye ca,
Waun welo
Anpa wi ki ektaya
Waun welo
Ate waun welo
Tunkasila, miye ca
Waun welo
Wamanyanka miye ca waun welo
“Self Made Medicine Man”
Self Made Medicine Man coming to Europe
Coming to Europe with a bag full of goodies
Self made Chief on a business trip
Business trip on a money trail.
Conducting ceremonies with a pipe made in china
Assisted by a clown with a drum made in Korea
They wanna help you find the Indian within yourself
For fifteen hundred dollars you will see sthe light
Pretty expensive light you are right I must admit but,
Won’t you take the chance if you wanna dance with wolves?
Forget about the price and think about the privilege
You’re now a Medicine Man sponsorised by Disney Land
Self Made Medicine Man coming to Europe
Coming to Europe with a bag full of goodies.
Self made Chief on a Business trip
Business trip on a money trail
“Ozuye Wan”
Traduction “One Battle”
Mita nagi imahel
Within my soul
Ozuye wan heca
There is a battle
Sunk’waste na sunka sica ikicizapelo
A good dog and a bad dog are fighting
Mita nagi imahel
Within my soul
Ozuye wan heca
There is a battle
Sunk ki he wowak’un he ipaslokin’kte
The one I will feed will win the fight
Omakiya ye
Please help me choose
“Doing Time”
Trapped on the rez and waiting for the third strike
Try to keep your sanity and belief in humanity
Anger rises and rises again
Bring it down bring it down
It’s so easy to be a felon
One for the juvenile
Two for the county jail
Three for the state pen
5 years, 10 years, 15 you’re the winner
No time to comprehend
You’re in for doing time
Like a pawn on a one player chessboard
Hide on the side and keep your Native Pride
Madness rises and rises again
Bring it down bring it down
They wanna make you slide
One for the juvenile
Two for the county jail
Three for the state pen
5 years, 10 years, 15 you’re the winner
No time to comprehend
“Expected to vanish”
Expected to live around 40 years
You won’t have much time for the American dream
Expected to die withi the reservation limit
Burry your heart at Wounded Knee
Expected to fight under the American flag
In order to bring freedom around the world
Expected to vote for the new Father of all
You’ll be sent back into the closet ‘til the next election
Indian kids’ incarceration rate is 40% higher than the white
In some state I would’nt be surprised if Santa Klaus carries handcuff.
Teenage suicide rate, the highest
Infant mortality rate, the highest
Lakota death rate is the highest in the state
I guess the system works pretty good
Expected to respect the flag under which one
Now days a good Indian is a prisoner
Expected to believe to forget to forgive,
Expected to believe to forget, to trust.
They don’t want you to think they want you to believe
They don’t want you to know they want you to admit
Expected to accept and respect and forget
Today a good Indian is a prisoner.
Expecting you to accept and forget the genocide
They want you to forget about the eagle and the pipe
Expecting you to be only part of the History
They want you to vanish, they carry on the ethnocide.