Oh, that's it, that's it
My tribe, eat it up
Oh, that's it, that's it
My tribe, are you still alive
I'm still young, I'm ashamed
That you call me your race
I don't want to admit that you are my blood
Because you are dirty
Uneducated
Playboys
They fight me
Because they say I stink
Not included in their games
Because they say I'm Manobo
But times have changed
Tribes don't want to own gave
luxury
Tribes that don't want to own, already recognized by
Tribes that don't want to own, become
my guide
Tribes close to disappearing
I'm looking for
Even though I rejected you before
I am still with you now...

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