Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An

Dick heads shit-talk, huddled single file
First world frat boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile
Or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman's shoes
Drink up and mumble your abuse, I'm still humbled by it all

And around the same time, I was riding with no hands
Busting windows and getting busy behind the Sportsplex
With Laplante's older sister decked out in
Her Speedos, Bella was flinching from the sting

Of a Depoprovera family planning, her own Pearl Harbor
And a holocaust spanning 25 years to life
A prison my country underwrote in paradise
And in the shadows of Santa Cruz

She crossed her fingers behind her back
And built Suharto a Trojan horse
And lay still till the motherfuckers sent her north

Where as night fell she emerged
With a box under her arm
That held her pledge of allegiance and her uniform

And she laid it at the gates
Of the General's embassy
And her whisper echoed into dawn
As she disappeared

"The truth will set my people free"