Modern Drug Wars and American History, circa 1994. The first verse is "ripped from the headlines" -- the story of a man who was shot dead in a botched drug raid that covered up a blatant government land-seizure scheme. The rest is just 8th-grade history but no less important.
in a box-canyon coffinwhere a waterfall flowed freegreed was your badgeyour lies law-decreedload your cannons to huntit's a war for your rightsstormers still come a-reigningbut the field's bare tonightyou can still kill a man if you just want his landrob every grave, every ash of a manit's Yanqui Traditionit's the blood on your handstrinkets bought an islandyour bullets got the restcast out where my father liesmy motherland deaththis land is your landbut this land was minefenced in where we were bornshoot souls who seek home tonightYanqui Traditonwhere your history liesYanqui Traditonsteal all but the skyYanqui Traditonleave another lost tribeYanqui Traditionthieves never apologizein a box-canyon coffinwhere a waterfall flowed freegreed was your badgeyour lies law-decreedload your cannons to huntit's a war for your rightsstormers still come a-reigningbut the field's bare tonightyou can still kill a man if you just want his landrob every grave, every ash of a manit's Yanqui Traditionit's the blood on your hands
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