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She was born in the northern hills
wears hiking boots not high heels
and if it ain't made of leather
it ain't gonna' fit her tonight
They took away her only treasure
but they'll never take away her pride
and the weight of her grief
shall not be pushed aside
Going into battle with no weapons
just her body, her voice, and her mind
coz' she knows only weak little boys
need guns or knives
When she speaks the birds will stop singing
on account of the storm she's bringing
and the power in her words
will make grown men cry

coz' she's a hunter, gatherer, firetender, thunderspeaker
mother, teacher, firetender, thunderspeaker

It's always the same in times like these
the media gathers the powers that be
to shed crocodile tears
and pretend to grieve
But when the mic comes her way
and she explains what happened that day
there'll be nowhere to run
no route of escape
She stares them down and tells 'em about her boy
how he was shot dead over a toy
and about how it took him
a whole day to die
Because of a badge the killer's alright
and we'll never have to worry 'bout our kid's lives
because our kids
were born white

The truth hurts like a motherfucker, don't it?
Truth hurts like a motherfucker, don't it?
The blood is on our hands whether or not we want it
How long will we let them get away with murder?

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from WRETCHED LITTLE GIRL (warts and all version) EP, released November 14, 2016

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