FNG

Beautiful first nations girl.
Hair flowing like the rivers that surround her.
She dances around the fire when the streets let her.
When the violence subsides and peace arises.
Like a flower in the sun.
Pushing through all the dark times.
She's got the hammer, ready to smash all the stereotypes.
Ready to conquer.
Take back her land.
Just to share it with all humanity.
When the violence subsides and peace resides.

And fuck the stereotypes.
I say shake em off.
And hold those shoulders high.
As you follow a star in the sky.
Right past main and higgins.
Straight down to the westwood mansion.
I know how it is.
Poverty following you like charles manson.
Hovering in your dreams.
An increasing weight on your chest.
Waking up gasping, reaching for the wallet.
Counting the bills cause the rent's due.
Got one of those asses that have the cars swerving and crashing.
But you don't need a man to get a cheque.

Huh, let me spit for a sec.
Let me tell you how shit goes with a broken neck.
Support from all sides but it's up to me to use these legs.
Years of physiotherapy.
Lots of sweat.
And no fucking time for regret.

What does a broken neck have to do with anything?
It's inspiration that drives the mind.
Makes impossible become possible.
The stars are in reach.

The lines on your face show a life of stress.
At a certain point you realize you aint never going nowhere.
Your slumped at a bus stop.
With no destination.
Hand held out.
But you could do without the change.
Prefer to fade away.
Instead of clutching another bottle.

Grab my hand.
I'll pick you up.
Take you away from this place.
This cold, slimey, forgotton space.
Show you a different side of life.
If you let me.
If you believe.