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Native son, have I become what I want
In this land, I can fit your heart in my hand
When I come, you're gonna know where I'm from
Cuz in this land, I can feel your heart in my hand

Fists up, Kumbaya singing white punks
Understand that you will never live like black man or woman
Fists out, scrubbing the soap from your mouths
And the way you stand, it's like I've got your throat in my hand

Going Native, on you

Native son, calling me back like I'm one
Cuz in this land, I can see the mark of my ancestors
What's mine is mine, tha'ts just the case in our time or whatever
African, except the other side of my hand

Going Native, on you

And when I come for you....

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from Foster Kids: B​-​sides and Unreleased Songs, released December 8, 2016

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