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Beautiful BC

A Short Rap Music Video about Our Condition: Past, Present and Future

Written by: Ignace, George (2007) Skeetchestn Indian Band Member

Verse #1:

It was pure the land was secure for years
to come that's when water was clear, drinkable by everyone.
No clear-cuts, no roads, or pipelines.
No trains, no silver, no copper, and gold mines.
Before industry and economics ruined a culture.
Way before styrofoam oil and sulfur.
When the rivers turned red, when the salmon ruled waters.
Before small pox before my people were slaughtered.
When the land brought us life, gave us food for our seeds.
When the trees grew large, givin us air to breathe.
This is way before money, before an American dream.
When the trees weren't red, when the mountains were green.
Before chemical waste, before a greed took over.
Before a people and a culture both were looked over.
A new world untouched and not spoiled.
Before mills gases that kill and wars for oil.

(Chorus):

(So welcome to beautiful B.C, where we got beautiful lakes and beautiful trees, where we got big mountains and beautiful streams. But I'll tell this much, yo it ain't what it seems.) (X2)

Verse #2:

The cultures fading, and my people be sleepin.
The language is dying, while my people be dreamin.
Money is power, with power comes respect.
Everybody's all hustling well the worlds getting wrecked.
We got green house gases, city's that be massive
Liquor stores, and bars, my people getting plastered.
So I sit and think, of all the species extinct.
Global warming is a warning and I'll write it in ink.
Tell all my people that be lost having a drink.
Tell'em how it is, and how it is be weak.
I can't even go down have a drink from my creek.
I can swim in the river, but the river ain't clean.
We used to all be warriors, but now we all feens.
It seems were stuck in a dream where we plot and we scheme.
Where the air be polluted, I can feel it when I breathe.
From all these pulp mills and the rest of these things.

(Chorus):

(So welcome to beautiful B.C, where we got beautiful lakes and beautiful trees, where we got big mountains and beautiful streams. But I'll tell this much, yo it ain't what it seems.) (X2)

Verse #3:

So the future, what's to come and what's expected.
Well me myself I hope the land gets protected.
Hope the fish come back the way they once were.
Me I'm just waiting for this change to occur.
Try to look to my past, but my past is a blur.
The future looking ruff, the way we trashing this earth.
Will we still hunt, to put food on our tables?
The way it's going, I don't think we'll be able.
The trees get grown, and the trees get sold.
This life I know, is a life untold.
One day, someday it'll change.
When we see what we lost, when we loose everything.
I hope my people realize, hope we open up our eyes
Before it's too late, before our way of life dies.
I'm a send this one out, to the people of my tribe.
I'm a leave you with one word Survive.

(Chorus):

(So welcome to beautiful B.C, where we got beautiful lakes and beautiful trees, where we got big mountains and beautiful streams. But I'll tell this much, yo it ain't what it seems.) (X2)