GOOD DAY TO DIE LYRICS
GOOD DAY TO DIE – LYRICS
Litefoot released his second full length album Good Day To Die in 1996. The album showcased his abilities as a lyricist and his willingness to tackle issues in his Native American Community in a way that few others had previously. The album featured notable features including DJ/Producer Fredwreck, Latin rap legend Kid Frost and production from Tony G and Jimmy “Klev” Juarez. The album title was also quite controversial at the time of its release. Litefoot explains, “The inspiration from the album title came from Crazy Horse from the day that Custer attacked his people at the Battle of the Little Big Horn. As the battle was beginning Crazy Horse rode up and down the camp rallying the warriors to assemble and fight. He was yelling, ‘Strong hearts to the front, weak hearts and cowards to the rear. Today is a good day to fight for your people. Today is a good day to die for your people.’ The words of Crazy Horse resonated with me as I felt like I was on the battlefield all the time traveling daily from one rez to another. I was out doing my best to fight against the ills in our community and was literally risking everything I had to try to make a difference out on rez’s across the nation. So when I heard this I really understood how lonely it can get and that you really have to believe in your path and be willing to walk it alone – knowing the Creator is always there with you. Even when no one else will stand up, you have to keep going and have faith in the Creators plan for your life” The album remains one of Litefoot’s most popular albums amongst fans and it established Native Hip Hop as a genre. The lyrics for a few of the songs from the album are below for you to read and enjoy.
Litefoot, see that road? That’s a warrior’s road.
This road is the one chosen for you. It’s a lonely road filled with many hardships and temptations.
As a warrior, you must speak the truth and fight the good fight.
The Creator watches you.
Your ancestors guide you.
Never be afraid, brother.
When your heart is good, any day is a good day to die.
1st verse:
Tisket-A-Tasket Tasket-A-Tusket An Arrow Don’t Compare With A White Man’s Musket
I Seen Em Coming Thick As Syrup
Thousands and Thousands They Bailed In From Europe
So Forget What You Heard In Your School Books
Forget A Treaty I Still Call em All Crooks
A Reservations The Apology
Anthropology Shows The Truth But They Still Won’t Acknowledge Me
And Now They Talking This My Country Tis Of Thee
And My People They Went Through Misery
Raped Our Women And Killed Our Children
Replaced All The Greenery With Concrete Buildings
And Make Me Feel Like I’m Less Than A Man
And Make Me Carry ID To Prove Who I Am
And Now They Wanna Be A Friend Again
Damn You Better Run From This Indian
Chorus:
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain’t Your Land From California To The New York Islands
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain’t Your Land From California To The New York Islands
Run Indian Head For The Mountains
If Colonel Custer Comes Around Then You Scalp Him
And Fly Another Arrow With The Flame On The Tip
Flip his Cap Back Now Mr. C’s On The Dead Tip
They Gave Us Blankets From A Man Who Died of Smallpox
In Return For Tomahawks 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 96 And I’mma Keep On Rappin
And Make Sure That No Body Forgets That 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, Disgust Only Hovers Me
Plus Chris Columbus Gets Credit For Discovery
And Now They Wanna Be A Friend Again
Damn You Better Run From This Indian
Chorus:
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain’t Your Land From California To The New York Islands
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain’t Your Land From California To The New York Islands
Now I’mma Make It All Fair Again
If You Ain’t A Indian Fool Then You Really Ain’t American
The Calvary Celebrated Victory and Glory
I Read It. It’s History. Nah, It’s “His Story”
Picture A Beautiful Country With Green Trees
Living In Peace. You See Thousands Of Tee Pees
Livin’ Off The Land And Our Own Laws
No Presidents, Deficit, Or Government Flaws
But Now Our People Are Livin’ In Poverty
And They Taught Us A Word They Called Property
If I Wanted To Fool I Could Hate Ya
Now Tell Me, How You Put A Price On Nature?
They Degrade Ya No More Meadows
Just Reservations To look Worse Than Ghettos
And Now They Wanna Be A Friend Again
Damn You Better Run From This Indian
Chorus:
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain’t Your Land From California To The New York Islands
This Land Is Our Land This Land Ain’t Your Land From California To The New York Islands
This Land Is My Land It Ain’t Your Land It Ain’t Your Land It Ain’t Your Land It’s My Land
1st verse:
Now its about 5 in the mornin
And I can hear the birds outside crowin
Then I heard somebody at the front door
Claiming they was Crazy Horse and Geronimo
They said they got the khak suits creased down
With the ragtop 64 to the ground
I said wassup they wassup Litefoot homey
Swear to God those fools knew everything about me
Then I got to thinkin cuz the shit that was going on in mind started sinkin
I think they came back from the dead
I turned around and saw my body that was still in bed
Then I really started trippin they said relax homeboy we goin on a mission
So hurry up and get ya gat and while you’re at it two black hoodies with some ski masks
Chorus:
Rollin in the hood in a 6-4 dippin,
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Creepin thru the hood in a rag top on a mission
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Rollin in the hood in a 6-4 dippin,
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Creepin thru the hood in a rag top on a mission
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Rollin thru the hood wit my heros
But the speedometer reads zero
and at the same time we comin thru
And I can see the golden eagle thru the rear view
Geronimo told me that I was chosen
And that I would lead a way for the children
Spread the words with the music then Crazy Horse
Said it’s a gift son use it
Schoolin me about them old days
Way before there was pimped out Chevrolets
How they would fight for their life, fight for they people
And kill the pale face that was evil
No you gotta take a stand
And the day that you do is the day that you become a man
Make a name for yourself in this lifetime
And that’s when you find a true peace of mind
Chorus:
Rollin in the hood in a 6-4 dippin,
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Creepin thru the hood in a rag top on a mission
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Rollin in the hood in a 6-4 dippin,
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Creepin thru the hood in a rag top on a mission
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Then the 64 turned into a caddy
Now I gotta get that big daddy
He said Frost got the remedy poppin
And with you and him there aint no stoppin
Then we hit the crossroad the other way bust a U
Now we was in LA on the east side of town
And when I looked around
Everything was brown except for the blue khaks and the white t-shirts creased
Then I felt peace he said
Frost:
Wassup loco now you in the casa
And just like me foo do it for your raza
And walk with the spirits in your soul
Just like Crazy Horse and Geronimo
Litefoot:
Next thing I knew I was in my room and the clock read 10:52
Damn
Chorus:
Rollin in the hood in a 6-4 dippin,
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Creepin thru the hood in a rag top on a mission
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Rollin in the hood in a 6-4 dippin,
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
Creepin thru the hood in a rag top on a mission
One little, two little, three crazy Indians
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