Quechua people
Quechuas (also Runakuna, Kichwas, and Ingas) is the collective term for several indigenous ethnic groups in South America who speak a Quechua language (Southern Quechua mainly), belonging to several ethnic groups in South America, especially in Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Argentina and Condon, Oregon.
The Quechuas of Ecuador call themselves as well as their language Kichwa–Kichwas or Quichuas. In Colombia, the Kichwa-speaking group calls themselves the Ingas. Other Quechua speakers call themselves runakuna (Quechua for "people", in Junín and parts of Ancash, Peru: nunakuna; singular: runa or nuna).
Some historic Quechua peoples include:
Historical and sociopolitical background
The speakers of Quechua, who total some 4.4 million people in Peru, 1.6 million in Bolivia, 2.2 million in Ecuador (Hornberger and King, 2001), and according to Ethnologue (2006) 8,200 in Chile, 60,000 in Argentina, and a few hundred in Brazil. have a only slight sense of common identity. The various Quechua dialects are in some cases so different that no mutual understanding is possible. Quechua was not only spoken by the Incas, but in some cases also by long-term enemies of the Inca Empire. These include the Huanca (Wanka is a Quechua dialect spoken today in the Huancayo area) and the Chanka (the Chanca dialect of Ayacucho) of Peru, and the Kañari (Cañar) in Ecuador. Quechua was spoken by some of these people, for example, the Wanka, before the Incas of Cusco, while other people, especially in Bolivia but also in Ecuador, adopted Quechua only in Inca times or afterward.
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Serenade My Life
by: CashisYea, uh, Shady!
Its cashis, serenade my life
Shady!
Focusing on opening
emotions that I hold within
surounded by my innerdemons
thinking i should roll with them
i dont wanna go to hell
i dont wanna go to jail
but i wanna kill a man
maybe i should kill myself
poppin shit, contemplating
suicidal situations
now im placed in that position
to provide the whole nation
and im spottin niggas hating
im just watchin, being patient
praying for my own *existance
some say im a mental patient
drugs is taking over me
sorrow is controlling me
follow my blind heart
tomorrow on the *cold of spring*
pop is cryin for a week
will is week, can i speak
without somebody judging me
pushin me and shovin me
moma if u love me
u will really let me go
but i live for a cause
that i dont really know
am I wrong if i cry
but i cant cause in time
for the truth in my life
i will be crucified
Chorus:
im sittin back patient(patient)
im ready and waitin(waitin)
for my homicide
serenade my life
and i cant escape it(scape it)
im ready and waitin(waitin)
for my homicide
serendade my life
Conversating with my brothers
*spirit here im saying
strangers in the dark, lurking,
groupies gotta feel em waking
i aint eating, i aint sleeping
close the door and
i aint breathing
death is running over me
my concious keeps on
showing me
ever since my early teens,
music was my destiny
wolrd gotta feel my pain,
im no longer questionning
when, where or how i will,
happen for when i get killed
never take my voice away
record sales how i live
leave me as the realast nigga
poppin pills, drinkin liquor
sucked into the pressure
makes me turn to my agression
got alot a niggas dead
buried all in my head
cry inside everytime
i ever stop to read my head
cock it up, be a man
ive never been near a man
all yall fraudulent
u dont like it kill me then
cock it up, be a man
ive never been near a man
all yall fraudulent
u dont like it, kill me then
Chorus
Sunk into a sea of self--misery
being dealt
my only fear is lyracilly
me not being felt
much harder, much smarter
more true, Fuck you
no matter what the conversation
this is what it comes to
imagine staring at your friend
feeling they dont love you
u ride till the end but
they feel they above you
i got a chosen few
name my homies in the song
defy all odds
more to meet when im gone
i try to be a better man
baby if you understand
my love for you is true
but i aint really love myself
see nobody wanna help
better off to end this way
talking to my only friends
weed, G's, Hennessy
came from a broken home
smoke till the dope is gone
listen to the words homy
this aint really just a song
came from a broken home
smoke till the dope is gone
listen to the words homy
this aint really just a song
Chorus
Serenade my life
Shady Records on Ca$his
its the real shit
serenade my life
i aint scarred, i aint runnin
im waitin, come get me nigga
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