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Some 500 years have now passed, yet in the past

I’m still finding the keys to the questions that I ask

I’m only one great son, son of the great great One

Of the One great spirit, of the great One sum

I’m thinking about how I could feel it

When I lived your slums

I was beaten by the seasons

With no material wealth

I was a free man; All is magic

I could hear this; All is music

Such is the dream, such is the vision

It’s just like that; One day I swayed

Along the scenes of dream daze

And caught fast lanes in my eyes

Along the rays of crystal glaze

And then all became named

I had awoken to the sky, been smoked by the sun

Raised by the High, smoked by the One

Raised on this Earth

To provoke everyone

In a good way

Channel the Ravel, unravel

Revel the rebel, the level

I am copper. Deep from this earth

And am all that surrounds me at birth

I become all that surrounds me in death

I’m telling you a story of a man in space

With his hands on his face

Floating about him are the spirits of age;

Whispering about man and his place

They asking him to remind this man of his place

And using his voice;

And despite all the violence and the noise

You can still hear them saying:

Be proud Redman be proud. Be proud of your tradition

Be proud of your race and be proud of your vision

The past is now passed and although I may ask

Why the past is my mask I must know

That I am what I now choose to grab from my past;

That I will only know what I now choose will last

From my past. From my blood. From my race

From the colour in my face

From the nature of my place in the old ways

In one of those days I too was borne

To the dust in the earth and the scorn

Red blood under redskin; the red sin

In the culture I am dressed in

Possessed in

Unblessed in

Vexed in

And stressed in

Identity, enter me, let me see the enemy

Let me be the animal

Escape, from the entities, that crave my humanity

That feed from my fears

That feed from my greed and that feed from my tears

I will take off these clothes, stand proud

Take my place in the round

And stomp the ground in powwow

I am copper. Deep from this earth

And am all that surrounds me at birth

I become all that surrounds me in death

I’m telling you a story of a man in space

With his hands on his face

Floating about him are the spirits of age;

Whispering about man and his place

They asking him to remind this man of his place

Using his voice;

And despite all the violence and the noise

You can still hear them saying:

Be proud Redman be proud. Be proud of your tradition

Be proud of your race and be proud of your vision

Be proud of your place and be proud of your mission

The paint on your face, saying never submission

Remember those days and remember your religion

The freedom and the nature and the birth of first vision

We are all still here;

We are all still listening to the prayers

In the smoke that your pipes release into the air

With the hope that your children will grow to be aware

And be proud of what is theirs

To the Redman:

I am copper. Deep from this earth

And I am all that surrounds me at birth

And I am all that surrounds me in growth

And I become all that surrounds me in death

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