Today crops are cook as I visit the old lands of my ancestor.
I see graves with holes to the hell with every step I take.
A grave is not a grave anymore on this land of deceiving one�s self.
My Hmong please bare these conflict as you dig up your ancestor�s grave and gather spirit money to pay tax.
With everyone deceiving their self I shed my tear and eventually my blood.
Do not learn the spite tiger�s terror and desire for wealth my Hmong.
I know the rain comes thousand of time, but you must get use to the environment.
Your Va is shedding his tears and eventually his blood for you my people to live on.
Past away thousand of years and rebirth to see my land demolish with nothing only the wind that laughs with solitude.
I bow down not standing up with tear drops of blood forming a puddle of blood.
Your Va can�t stand it my fellow Hmong as he grows up with no memory.
Die yesterday, wake up blind today is our Va.
When will harmony come with the flow.
Is it the day our Va wakes up to remember.
Well guess what I won�t wait for our Va to wake up and check for our lice.
Let me stand and gather Chi You�s ka my fellow Hmong.
Let you guys the one that threw away the old ways fall and I shall ditch you guys.
I shall make us Hmong�s ancestors dream come true.
Meaning be like the water as if Hmong still means be free.
