Silence, I'm ashamed, I was left as a child
Dragged from the cradle, I was weaned in the wild
Ran with the wolf pack, flesh torn to shreds
In [bad word]  I was left there for dead

Read it in the paper it ain't fair
You know who today don't seem to care
Livin', lovin', gettin' loose [bad word]  with a noose
Now someone's kickin' out the chair

Some kind of [bad word] across this land
Some kind of voodoo
Be the medicine man

Everybody's lookin' at the sky
Don't believe the cover-ups and lies
They been tellin' us since birth [bad word]  off old Mother Earth
My gones are bygones prophesied

Some kind of [bad word] across this land
Some kind of hoodoo
Be the medicine man

Get ready

Wonder should I go or should I stay
'Cause what we got ain't workin' anyway
I did my best, God knows I tried
I feel like I been [bad word] Why did you, why did you, why did you take it all away