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In Lutheran school when I was small in southern California's hills of suburban sprawl they took us to the missions so we could see a little piece of our home state's history Adobe bricks and Spanish names for titles and building styles white tour guides with nice neat benign smiles They told us how the Indians worked with the clay and how the fathers taught 'em how to pray and now I know that what was so sinister is what they didn't say It was forced labor, their native languages banned Forced religion and forcibly taken land Separated families, divine justifications Junipero Serra, some kind of saint of subjugation Looking back I wonder if my teachers thought everything was okay what about their precious Jesus and all that stuff they said he used to say? They forced us to sing those songs about love and tolerance well what a load of crap what a crock of shit. From the Mexican border to the central state we got these tourist attractions memorializing hate they use the mission style to build their expensive yuppy condos It's the new colonies borrowing the look of the old The missions forced dark skinned folks into labor and religion Now the KKKalifornia prisons continue the tradition makin' 'em work and redeem themselves corporal punishment if they rebel Letras de cancionesSeparating families, making money off it Every little need they have turns into someone else's profit But the truth is the system wants them there The truth is the system creates the conditions that puts 'em and keeps 'em in there And the truth is they got the rest of us accepting it by playing on our fear And the truth is it's been this way for more than 500 years Thinkin' back I wonder if my teachers thought it all was okay what about the high ideals of freedom all that stuff they use to say They forced us to read all about democracy's supposed justice Well what a load of crap what a crock of shit From Letras Mania