The Bravest (Dedicated to the Choctaw Nation and the entire Native Indian Nations)

Cold hard trigger in the dead of night Takes my cares away but somethings not right I'm dressed in these white clothes which don't even fit me Oh yeah I forgot mine were taken to Glasgow in the 1890s Blood stained shirts and soft of shoe Maybe someday you'll here the real news How they took with guns and bullets so dull Starved us out and takin pictures of mountains of buffalo skulls No wire fences but I'm still encased Pale moon rising but still plain of face There's a Blackhorse a feathered wreath and a lawyers card Gonna fight for what's right and what was always in the great spirits backyard They made us out to be the pictured race The enemy but how they turned their face I've had enough of how the west was won By robots in tunics and their repeating murder guns Down south I can't even sing our songs The chant is ancestors but it won't last long It doesn't matter if their bias is displaced They pull up in trucks with bootfuls of AKs And finally on the open range I look reserved but there's something strange We lost out but the international white man won With promises of mirror hallucinations or else a smokin mountain gun Before I leave and meet the grays Take this song as a reference page We had a prideful of spirit and our jars so thin Now it just dispenses used taxes needles and hourit thousand year drum skins You might think it's nothing but this is everything for each and every one of us Leave us to reflect on what was taken from our nation by your blue and yellow force You might think it's nothing but this is everything for each and every one of us Leave us to reflect on what was taken from our nation by your blue and yellow force Govinda Jaya Govinda Jaya Govinda Jaya