Among my people as we talk
The more I learn as we walk
The love of language as we speak
The word "Kaska", I finally meet
As I meet family I did not know
Love and happiness I'm soon to show
Deceased twelve guns made a blast
A great chief, is now in the past
Culture and language, we tried to preserve
Leave the city and return to reserve
In the moment I start to believe
I'm told I'm "Kaska", I cannot leave
All my dreaming and wishing
Would lead to hunting and fishing
My brother "Du'ch"
Knew where to find the hooch
I'm neither white nor brown
I'm a stranger in my hometown
When I say "Hello"
My people say you have to go
You pass an elder a plate
Their angels will appreciate
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