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BIA = Bullshit Indigenous Agenda
Gabriel Duncan

I can feel my face fading
Draining of its color
No way to maintain it
But to sleep with my brother
 
Been stuck in this world
For who knows how long
It must be natural
Even though it is wrong
 
They track us through percentages
By pure-bred degrees
Paying only once for damages
With our-blood money
 
The price was six thousand dollars
Almost two-hundred years ago
Now we are kept here
And made sovereign just for show
 
The BIA keeps us static
They're not on our side
Tracking blood through mathematics
And they hope one day we'll die