Verse 1:
This Twisted temptress has tainted my interests,
Trials of the addicted with my purity diminished.
Poor Tortured soul whose child heart has been shattered.
Bruised and battered wondering I even matter.
So,I gets as smashed as my mirror.
As I feel ugly and unworthy of another’s...
Affections, but I am worried that my intentions are that of a sinner.
A component of B.F skinner,
For I am punished for my behaviours,
But life never gave me no ******* favours.
So, was it nature or nurture?
That turned me into this tainted creature?
When I Claim I’m a Christian but don’t even know the scriptures.
Which the enemy uses as means to tear me apart like a vulture.
Scared that as influencer and a leader,
That I may Peter off into the gutter.
And that people will follow me down there.
And I’m just trying my best to not succumb to the fear.
Hook:
Yeah, I’m definitely out of my element,
Exposing all my skeletons,
Wishing I could fly away like a pelican,
But I gots to make sure to not become benevolent.
Yeah, I’m definitely out of my element,
Element, element.
Exposing all my skeletons,
Wishing I could fly away like a pelican,
But I gots to make sure to not become benevolent.

Verse 1:
Strictly speaking with these IV stickens,
I’m not a fan of incisions,
For in the past it was a means for sterilization,
So, I can understand why so many are iffy with vaccinations,
After all, why should we believe that it doesn’t cause autism?
After all, my people were lied to before, which lead to devastation.
Growing up in a system intent on extermination,
Growing up in a environment filled with racism,
Growing up in a nation that sees my people as an infestation,
As an inconvenience that deserves damnation,
With people telling me to go back to my reservation,
Like, I can’t even go shopping without being seen as a villain,
Getting followed or patted down for investigation,
What did I do to deserve being put into this prism?
It’s like a prison,
Trapped in a country torn apart because of colonialism.
And if I succeed is it because of my hard work or is it based off of tokenism?
Just a pat on the back for corporations,
To showcase that they are indeed all about “multiculturalism.”

Hook:
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones whose ancestors slaughtered my people,
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who continue to oppress my people.
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who don’t give a **** about my people.

Verse 2:
Yeah, the same ones putting pipelines through indigenous land without permission.
The same ones that stand against Wet’suwet’en.
When the Supreme Court has already found in favour of Wet’suwet’en.
So, why is Canada still using RCMP as a means of attrition?
So, much for reconciliation.
Getting told to check our privilege from an ******* who is a heteronormative Christian Caucasian.
Making over $100,000 dollars and using $900 tax dollars towards subsidization.
So, dear Jason Kenny how about you check your ******* privilege!
The fact that people voted a idiot like you in is depressive.
Especially when the NDP was way more progressive.
Reducing the conservatives selfish expenses.
Like private jets and golf courses,
And putting some of that money towards social services.
Instead of lining their own pockets like the conservatives.
Yet the right wing media biased and undermined these great changes.
And now that they are in power they are cutting social services.
Now that they are in power minorities and natives are again facing persecution.
Now that they are in power the world once again favours heteronormative Christian Caucasians.

Hook:  
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones whose ancestors slaughtered my people,
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who continue to oppress my people.
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who don’t give a **** about my people.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 1:
Uh, Seems like we always in a state of emergency,
In a land of democracy,
Things don’t seem free to me.
It’s like trying to wash our hands in ***** water, g.
Everything has a cost, so tell who going to pay the fee?
It certainly not going to be the dominant society.
For the system was build by and for white people to have superiority.
That demonizes anyone that doesn’t conform to their authority.
Spreading a sense of inferiority over natives and minorities.
And I’m not just talking historically, because these issues persist presently.
Change can’t happen unless one is willing to **** the teet of the majority.
For we live in world that separates based off of hierarchy.
That strips down and overgeneralizes our identities.
Then when one overcomes these disparities they are seen as the unordinary.
The exception to the rule,
Like *** is that supposed to mean?
Think I’m about to lose my sanity, dealing with an uneducated narrow minded humanity.
In a state bombarded with atrocity after atrocity,
Yet people have the audacity to tell us to get over it instantly.
Living in a democracy that doesn’t have time to listen to me,
Living in a world where history repeats,
Perhaps I guess we just can’t get enough of insanity.
It just doesn’t make sense to me?
I thought we were supposed to be evolved,
Yet be so devolved mentally.
Like how can indigenous people asking for clean water cause so much controversy?
For if your province or city didn’t have access to clean water, wouldn’t you worry?
Wouldn’t you start protesting firmly?
All I ask is that yawl start checking your privilege homie.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 2:
Water is the foundation to survival,
Water can also be a philosophical symbol,
For we all thirst for something,
It’s like we are cursed or something.
Being immersed into desensitization,
Becoming numb to everything.
Needing to wash away what is obstructing.
Blocking the path towards transformation.
As established norms perpetuates discrimination.
Whilst also justifying racism and condemnation.
I didn’t choose to born,
But yet that some how qualifies me for damnation.
Because my skin colour is seen as being sinful, that needs to be put through sanitation.
Becoming guilty on the basis of association.
Which makes it harder to find the equation.
As everyone has different values, beliefs and expectations for how to fix this situation.
***** water sure is a contamination,
Thats been leaking out since creation.
That has divided not just people but also nations.
If only people could be mature when having these debates and conversations.
Instead of suffocating on our offence,
Or wallowing within a sense of victimization.
****, this ***** water sure has damaged how we function.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

I have been through many trials.
I have wrote rhymes,
I sung many songs,
Releasing my emotions.
But lately, my passion is dwindling.
Maybe I just ran out of topics to rap about.
I feel like I’m speechless.
Perhaps the stress from school and work is taking away my time to reflect and express.
Is it writers block?
Or am I at peace?
All I can say,
Is that I finally started to get my life back together,
For, I no longer want to be a victim.
So, this may be the last poem I ever write.
So, if this is indeed the last thing I write,
Adieu, and thank you.

I never realized how fragile I was,
Until I was shattered.
I never knew how much power I had,
Till I broke a promise.
I never understood anger,
Till someone called me fat,
Then I gave them a fat lip.
I never understood love,
Till a ravens wings lifted me up.
I never understood disappointment,
Until those ravens wings were clipped.
I never understood friendship,
Till the other person called me up to hang out,
I never understood sadness,
Till that friend lost to drugs.
I never understood strength,
Until I overcame suicidal thoughts.
Until I asked for help,
Until I stopped being the victim,
I never understood compassion,
Until all my ***** laundry was discovered,
Yet God still forgave me,
Yet my mom still loved me,
Yet my friends stuck with me.
I never understood freedom,
Till I was set free.

They say if the shoe fits wear it,
but if i'm supposed to walk a mile in another's shoe,
How am I ever supposed to ever make it?
I just don't get it?
Running in circles.
Getting run rampant,
Running ragged.
On the run.
Running out of ideas.
Always running or walking.
English sure is a weird thing ain't it?
It's ok... there,their, they're.
Here ye, hear ye.
I'm through, I am just threw with this!
As time goes by, I want to buy back time, because i'm scared to go bye, bye, bye.
Having so much to do due to the dew drops that flood my life.
Just trying to make capital in my capital city.
While the capitol CAPITALIZES on me.
When I got so much to lose.
I just feel so loose.
Deserted from having a slice of that precious dessert.
Too many times I tried, Too much stress that comes to mind.
Sometimes it's barely worth it, sometimes being eating by bear almost seems worth it.
Maybe I just need one more time in order to overcome, so that I can actually say I won this time.

I can’t believe it’s come to this,
Falling back to your arms,
Embracing those snake lips,
Just when I thought I escaped,
I am reacquainted with a succubus.
Even though I know my heart will be broken,
I anticipate the painful bliss.
Passion has a cost,
And I lost sense in my worth,
For all my life I’ve been treated like an arcade token,
Used and then eventually discarded.
In my mind I’ve spoken,
With my conscious hoping,
And encouraging me that I’m better than this.
I used to believe that but now I’m not so sure anymore.
Most days I feel empty to the core.
Drifting on a shore of despair.
If only you could’ve seen who I used to be,
If only I remembered who that person was.
Yet, some still care, hoping I leave her.
The temptress that deceived me.
The villain that is slowly killing me.
I know, oh I truly know.
Perhaps I may be the only one that really knows.
But, yet also the only one that can’t seem to let it go,
Some see value in material things,
I remember when value meant so much more to me,
After all the success or fame one achieves,
We’ll still be left feeling empty,
Which doesn’t make sense to me,
It’s like creating a recipe,
For self-sabotage.
It’s like every time I try to beat the odds,
Reality tries to get even with me.
Like the first time I laid eyes on pills,
They looked so sweet.
Taking my pain away like some kind of deity,
Truly, love blinded me,
To the point where I wasn’t expecting the guillotine,
That was awaiting me.
And, for the longest time I would lie,
Referring to these pills as a woman,
Because it was easier for people to digest,
How ironic is that?