Hey Cherokee man, I want to shake your hand.
I am not part of your culture, I am not part of your land.
My kind stole and cheated and beaten with pressure.
At the heart of all evil lies white blood treasure.
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Once met a singer, had quite a voice.
Through her I got a Message, left me no choice.
Keep it a secret, loving secretion.
Remember the words, and how they lost season.
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Unlike the rest who sit down watching.
You look down the balcony searching for a hot thing.
Be it all this and then something else.
A character should never be put on a shelf.
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The Cherokee Man
Hey Cherokee man, I want to shake your hand.
I am not part of your culture, I am not part of your land.
My kind stole and cheated and beaten with pressure.
At the heart of all evil lies white blood treasure.
Hey Cherokee man, I want to hold your hand.
I am not part of your culture, I am not part of your plan.
Our mind is different, I don't speak for myself.
If i did i'd assume we could try and find help.
And why let your people wither away.
To find solid souls lost in decay.
Don't worry my friend, for at last you found.
A way to destroy, the white treasure at hand.