Brace for the prophecy wind;
For the last of the Chickasaw voices
And the world at its end.
Yeah, but you still bring peace.
Peace,
When the rivers run black.
Haunted Echoes of wounded knee ring out
Hotchkiss M1875
White ghosts of the dead.
Red like the neck of crybaby cowboy on an Oregon ranch.
And your privilege demands that you walk free.
When the sound cannons blast
The tear gas and hoses, rubber bullets clash
With a three hundred nation demand.
Dead man walking
The force of empire lurking at the door.
Cry havoc and you let slip the dogs of war.
Hard rain coming.
credits
from Don Jr.,
released December 31, 2018
Archived Creek Indian sample.
Antonio Vivaldi - Flute Concerto in G minor 'La Notte' sample.
archived hymn "Jesus Paid It All"
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