I grew up in the shadows, where the stories unfold,
A neechie kid hustlin', with a heart made of gold.
Life was tough, had to fight for my place,
In a world where, they tried to erase, but I stood with grace.
Catholic school halls, (yeah), tried to shape my fate,
Lessons learned in silence, but I won't hesitate. (Don't get me wrong I won't hesitate)
History heavy, but I carry the weight,
Resilience in my blood, never bow to the hate. (never that)
From the struggles I rise, hear my voice, hear my truth,
A neechie on the grind, reclaiming my roots.
Through the pain and the past, I'm breaking the mold,
This is my story, let the battles behold
Truth be told, in Catholic school, I tried to share,
Speaking Cree with my neechie, a bond so rare.
But the teacher frowned, said it wasn't right,
Separated us, dimming our light.
Words of our ancestors, rich and true,
In a world of silence, our resilience broke through.
Yet still we whispered, in the halls we'd roam,
Finding strength in the language that felt like home, now, I don't speak my language, but these rhymes get me in that zone. (Bro or foe)
I got respect styll, and you know my rhymes are ill, hop on any beat yk I got that feel. (4 da real)