I rewind to the time of the native people That were banned from the land by the church and the steeple Pushed to the west by gun, germ and lie Too many broken pacts left the natives to die Below the barren land of reservation The earth is still screaming angry cries of war Insulting token gesture piddy reparations Keep most segregated, isolated, drunk and poor To quell your hunger, they feed you lies The rotted meat maggots and flies And for your thirst the fire drink And all your graves buried to sink Your welcomed then with open arms and how'd they repay you? Sickness fears, a trail of tears no apologies issued Swindled out of everything that you've ever owned But given back the waste and forced to call it a home The long trail of tears is a trail of blood too So thanks for the giving of the small pox flu The genocide of these tribes and their weakened nations Pro-sports team logos are a grave desecration Take back this stolen land Take back this stolen land