Welcome to the Q052 show
I’m with Hyper T, if you don’t know!
On this Old school beat with a Rezervation flow
I do this for the fun, homie not for the dough
I grew up on the Rez, in a Federal imposed ghetto
Sweet grass and baskets were economy
Most my friends died kinda tragically
Homicide and suicide, frequently
At the age of thirteen it was normal, see
Back of the church
Funeral experts
Dig the dirt
Hang the pain
Slit wrist, blown out brains
East coast to west coast
It’s all the same…
Who’s to blame for all this pain?
Who’s to blame, who’s to blame?


Who’s to blame for all dis pain?
All this pain, all this pain
What’s going on in my brain?
I’m my brain, in my brain
When are these thoughts gonna change?
Gonna change, gonna change
Where’s the place for us to remain?
To remain, to remain
Why can’t you hear what I’m saying?
Why can’t you hear what I’m saying

I’m Inuk, Indigenous, a blood full of trauma
My people committing more suicides than Osama’s
It’s like the colonizers coming North trying to stop us
Wishing they can sale us and our culture at the COOP Cause
They don’t see us as equal, like a shitty movie with no sequel
No potential with no brains and damned to use a pencil
We lived in simple times, survived the harshest climate
Be proud of who u are back then we had to hide it you know
You know, Eskimo, follow your role
Don’t forget to get a dog collar, u know we know
You know, eskimo, follow your role
Stop asking questions man, and do what you’re told

Who’s to blame for all dis pain?
All this pain, all this pain
What’s going on in my brain?
I’m my brain, in my brain
When are these thoughts gonna change?
Gonna change, gonna change
Where’s the place for us to remain?
To remain, to remain
Why can’t you hear what I’m saying?
Why can’t you hear what I’m saying