Great Spirit, I have had it, bring me back to the nomadic… Way of weaving through the damage. Mindful, stay mindful. Great Spirit, for my sisters, let me be a flowing river. Flood the banks, the rocks that bind her, Carry, I’ll carry
Great, Great Spirit; Great… Great Spirit,
Great Spirit, for my brothers, let me be a mountain under, which he climbs to discover his process. Now that’s progress… Great Spirit, All that hinders, tie reminders to my fingers, I must speak with you more often !
Great, Great Spirit; Great, Great Spirit… Great Spirit, for my relations, give them strength to face racism, in every single situation. Easy now, go on speak loud !
Great Spirit, Take me Instead, Guide me down the road of red, Tunkashila, I am saying, praying, Great, Great Spirit, Great, Great Spirit, Tunkashila (grandfather)
Great Spirit, just don’t collapse, nothing but the earth will last, and I’ll be singing sweetly into the darkness, now hark this. Great spirit on my tongue, be still, be still. The time will come when everyone will sing… All life is sacred, while I’m waiting!
Great spirit, my fist is up, bringing the power to the people, you’re reflection of us. Some of your people can’t hear it, the cries of the earth, some of your people can’t feel it, the way that it hurts… And it hurts, Great Spirit! ….And it moves, Great Spirit!
Interconnected in the wreckage of a paradigm on its way out, its way out… Speakin’ a spiritual lyrical testimony. The spirit that did resist weavin’ around false prophesies. Spirit directed and selected with the message I bring… While the ship slowly sinks I’ve been directed to sing.
I’m like a wreckin’ ball breakin’ down the walls of the pas, a minimalist livin’ on bliss with the last of my cash. You’re gonna be justified with how you treated the land… You’re gonna be by my side when I stand and demand a change.
Tunkashila, Tunkashila, Tunkashila, Tunkashila…
Great, Great Spirit….. Great, Great Spirit; Tunkashila (grandfather)