PARABLE 3

[pkjr]

She aint' waitin' till she gets older,her feet are making tracks in the winter snows.

Now crow dog turned to give me a bad smile;his shy manner had disappeared;his gaze,without exppression,I was sympathetic to his hostility...

WHITE MAN!!!

INJUNS!!!!

White faces told us
"We gave U the black hills in exchange for the Dakotas;
Then we found the gold..
Because we were stronger..
And there was more of us than U..

We have cannons.
You didn't want to leave.
We wiped U out;and those that survived we put on reservations;

BILLION BUCKS.

TOURIST BUCKS.

We made your sacred Black Hills into one vast Disneyland...

And then we carved up this mountain,the dwelling place of your spirits,and put four gleaming faces on it;
We are the conquerors!!!

She got that rhythym of the road;
She got that rainbow;
She headed where the thunder rolls.

OLD MAN;

PRAYER;

"Hear me in my sorrow,for I may never call again,
O MAKE MY PEOPLE LIVE!!!

Paha Sapa

She's as strong as the moutains;she's been there before,she'll never give in...


He who came and took our land without price,and with our land do evil things,

This war has come from robbery-

You steal our land-

Wait like the wind.


Watch where she blows.

[track 5]

It's times like these when I wish I had boomerang. Rock on brotha. Out.