Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Trail
Where we walk
Their tears have fallen
And where we play,
They've laid their sweat.
The Trail of Tears
Was a trail of
Broken treaties,
So broken, they became
Dust flowing by the highways
That used to house
An imprint of Indian times.
Where we once lay
Our departed ancestors,
That's where THEY
Laid THEIR mounds of cement.
The trees our ancestors
Once used for many things
are being cut down and
Tossed aside, usually deemed useless.
The trees use to tower over us,
Now they lay slaughtered at our feet.
Rotten, wet, deceased,
We would never treat our elders
As we have treated the trees.
November 8, 2005
Suge
Their tears have fallen
And where we play,
They've laid their sweat.
The Trail of Tears
Was a trail of
Broken treaties,
So broken, they became
Dust flowing by the highways
That used to house
An imprint of Indian times.
Where we once lay
Our departed ancestors,
That's where THEY
Laid THEIR mounds of cement.
The trees our ancestors
Once used for many things
are being cut down and
Tossed aside, usually deemed useless.
The trees use to tower over us,
Now they lay slaughtered at our feet.
Rotten, wet, deceased,
We would never treat our elders
As we have treated the trees.
November 8, 2005
Suge
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