[Pre-Intro]
(Echoing)
Island made, one time...
Sacred way.
Never fake it
[Intro]
Our sacred ways
Our sacred ways
They can take land and the blood all day
But can't take our sacred way
[Verse 1]
(Building the energy, raw hustle)
Went in smooth, wicked mood
Clear cut, above the rest
Still room to improve
Run 'em hard till the screws buckle loose
100 proof, bring me the juice
Who got the juice?
Island boy, one time
Blessed man, come take it
You can fake it till you make it
Or keep it real and never make it
Problems always find a way to stay
Silver round with a name engraved
[Hook / Chorus] (New Addition - Ties the "wicked mood" to the "wicked man")
They take the land, then they sell the shade
Try to erase the paths our elders made
They see the shine, but they fear the roots
We keep it real while they’re wearing suits
Standing tall through the wicked days
You can't wash the sacred parts away
Our sacred ways
Our sacred ways
They can take land and the blood all day
But can't take our sacred way
[Verse 2]
(The shift to deeper social commentary)
Wicked man don’t know
Don’t know our sacred way
It’s a shame nowadays
Our children don’t know our golden days
Wicked man, wicked man
Sow hatred through the people
And erase the names
Now the Natives left on sand
While wicked hands take all the land
Sell you a piece back for double the price
With a smile on his face as he shakes your hand
Night Marchers will cleanse all the paths of old
You better be careful where you stand
What's that noise in the distance
Drum beats playing in the night
What that I see in the distance
Night Marchers are nearly in sight
[Bridge] (New Addition - The transition point, slowing down before a final heavy drop or chorus)
(Beat shifts, more melodic or stripped back)
Money in the palm, but the spirit's broke
Trying to trade the fire for a cloud of smoke
They got the numbers, we got the blood
Still rising up from the sand and the mud
Yeah, they shake your hand...
But we know the plan.
[Hook / Chorus]
They take the land, then they sell the shade
Try to erase the paths our elders made
They see the shine, but they fear the roots
We keep it real while they’re wearing suits
Standing tall through the wicked days
You can't wash away our sacred ways
Our sacred ways
Our sacred ways
They can take land and the blood all day
But can't take our sacred way
[Outro]
(Echoing)
Island made, one time...
Sacred way.
Never fake it.
Mr89
