Текст песне : Litefoot. Good Day To Die. My Land.

[Verse 1:]
Tisket-A-Tasket Tasket-A-Tusket The Nearer Don't Compare With The White Mans Musket
I Seen Em Comin' With This Senior Thousands & Thousands They Bailed Here From Europe
So Forget Wut Ya Heard In Ya School Book Forget A Treaty I Still Call Em All Crooks
The Rezervations The Apology & The Apology Shows The Truth But They Still Won't Acknowledge Me
And Now They Talkin' This My Country Tend To Flee When Our People Went Through Misery
Raped Our Women Killed Our Children Replaced All The Greenery With Concrete Buildings
And Made Me Feel Like I'm Less Of Man And Made Me Carry ID To Prove Who I Am
And Now They Wanna Be A Friend Again Damn You Better Run From These City Things

[Chorus:]
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain't Your Land From California To New York Islands
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain't Your Land From California To New York Islands

[Verse 2:]
Run Indian Head For The Mountains If Cirnal Kusta Comes Around Then Ya Sclap Em
And Blind Em With Da Error From The Flame At The Tip Flip The Cap Back Now It's Mister Cccs On Da Dip Tip
They Gave Us Buckies From A Guy Who Died Of Smallpox In Return For Some Time I Grock Nah Just Some Gold Rocks
Let's Play Cowboys And Indians It's Sad Why Cause The Indian Was Always The Bad Guy It's 1996 And I'm a Keep On Rapping
And Make Sure Nobody Forgets Dat It Happened The Government Still Ain't Scarin' Me It's Litefoot Fool And I'm Proud To Be A Cherokee
As I Look Up Discuss Wut Really Hungers Me Plus Christopher Columbus Gets Credit For Discovery And Now They Want To Be My Friend Again
Damn You Better Run From Those Indians

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Now I'm a Make It All Fair Again If You Ain't A Indian Fool Then You Really Ain't American The Calvery Celebrate The Victory & Glory
I Read It It's History Nah It's His Story Picture Wut The Country Would Like Great Truth Leavin' In Peace You See Thousands Of Babies
Livin' Off The Land In Their Own Yards No President The Death Is Here Like Government Flaws But Now Our People Are Livin' In Poverty
And They Taught Us A Word Called Property If I Wanted To Fool You Like A Agent Now Tell Me How You Put A Price On Nature Degrate The Nature
No More Meadows Just Rezervations To Flook Worse Than Ghettos Damn Now They Want To Be A Friend Again You Better For Some Indians

[Chorus]

[Singing:
This land is my land it ain't your land it ain't your land it ain't your land [lond ending]