REBELWISE - MAKE IT THROUGH

Featuring Kunu, Talilo, Toni Hill, Mic Crenshaw and Quincy Davis -- the stories of 4 artists representing 4 ancestral lineages, addressing the unification of our struggles, facing the past to build a better future, and serving future generations. We are stronger when the hoop is whole. Rebelwise album on all platforms: https://ffm.to/rebelwise Rebelwise Website: https://rebelwise.link LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/rebelwise Follow us on Instagram:   / rebelwisemusic   Facebook:   / rebelwisemusic   Soundcloud:   / rebelwise   Bandcamp: https://rebelwise.bandcamp.com/ Featured artist links: Kunu:    / @morningstarcreative   Talilo:   / talilomarfil   Toni Hill: https://bgirlmedia.bandcamp.com/ Mic Crenshaw:   / miccrenshaw   Quincy Davis: https://linktr.ee/quincydavismusic Music Producer & Director: Quincy Davis Cinematographer: Simon Baum / Octavus Media Group Production assistants: Wassla and Orlando Special thanks to Emily's Georges Gottfried Fund of OJCF Produced by 7Vision Studios: https://sevenvisionstudios.com © 2021 Lyrics: (Kunu) I miss my Nani, I miss my Jaji I miss my Gaga and my Choka too This gotta be a nightmare man this can't be true They stole my cousins and they took our hair Beat the beauty out of bodies without a single care Stolen innocence, man this ain't fair But i was different they couldn't break my spirit I curse them in my language so my ancestors could hear it Maichade! Wanachida! Through the pain, I found peace Cold concrete in the deepest of the deep of the belly of the beast It's where I found my sleep The colonizers couldn't tame my soul I'm a human being and I was whole when they found me in my homeland Now it's stolen And what they took, they replaced with a book (Talilo) I'm finding my way and I got to be brave and I look in to the mirror to be saved Navigate my hate when I’m on this base am I gonna be dying today? I don’t know fa sho Sabi nang Nanay ko (my mother told me) Na ito ay si Marcos (this is Marcos) Wanted a war to be off of the shores, on course to Vietnam Generation scars that kill the songs inside of my shamanism heart Taking my prayers to the other gods that aren’t mine Cuz I been so blinded by the sight of my eyelids on islands I never know why I've been seeing my people confide in America lying on top of the genocide of our people Ang mga kastila (the Spaniards) Sinubukan na kunin ang aming kultura (tried to take our culture) Wala ka sa amin (you got nothing on us) Dumura kami sa libingan mo (we spit on your grave) May tattoo pa rin ako (I still have tattoos) They don't know Our sun drops rays on the blood lines The guns that killed our parents are brought with us on the frontlines And this happened more than one time 7 thousands islands divided but we are one tribe in prayer (Toni Hill) My people, my people, my people We’ll make it through, hold on to faith We’ll make it through, my people say We’ll make it through, stand firm fist raised We’ll make it through... (Mic Crenshaw) The Reagan era The the way they portrayed us explains The images your imagination conveys The banging and gangs Rodney king and the riots in LA The state was oppressive, abusive Repressive and ruthless Fluent in the language of violence I saw a lot of cats dying Trying to shine off the refined product provided They were buying from government supplying Rights of passage, life just passes Sometimes tragic like the fabric just opens up Growing up to know enough The way death kept showing up Throwing us away No one gets to stay beyond a legacy Police blowing us away every day That’s a heavy price to pay Every life they take Something's got to give, something's gotta break For Creations sake, I pray (Quincy Davis) Growing up with no role models The only motive we know is be down to ride full throttle Memories of my tribe getting high rolling A year later just like the big homie I’m overdosing Not to death but to psychosis Feel the weight of these demons on my soul is too heavy to hold on, I’m hopeless Feeling hideous this world is insidious And my city is covered in clouds dark as obsidian Living with no lineage or roots I can hold onto But I know my truth Used to look up to the dealers Now I’m looking up to healers And look into my shadow where the fear is... Transformed to love Til' there’s nothing left and I’m fearless Shedding blood praise the Great Spirit Ceremony of life in service to Creation Do we hear the call of Mother Earth and Seven Generations? (Toni Hill) My people, my people, my people We’ll make it through, hold on to faith We’ll make it through, my people say We’ll make it through, stand firm fist raised We’ll make it through, and find our way My people... My people, my people, my people We’ll make it through, one life We’ll make it through, one tribe We’ll make it through, one life We’ll make it through, one tribe