Stolen soil beneath our feet, Hear the ancestors cry defeat, We built our cities on broken bone, And call this cursed land our own,[Hook] [Verse 1] We marched through ash where the treaties burned, We carved our names in the earth we turned, Columbus sailed in lies, said the land was new, But a million fires already burned true, [Verse 2] We drew the lines with a bayonet pen, Called it manifest, said "amen" again, Land Run of 1889 — a gunshot start, a madman's race, Stealing homesteads, spitting in a nation's face, [Verse 3] Oklahoma reservations, fenced by fate, All they have left of a continent great, Bones in the river, ghosts in the plains, We wear their land like blood on our chains, Stolen soil beneath our feet, Hear the ancestors cry defeat, We built our cities on broken bone, And call this cursed land our own,[Hook] [Verse 4] Broken words on paper white and torn, Promises shattered the day they were sworn, From Cherokee winter to the Chocktaw cold, Children buried in the stories never told, [Verse 5] We rode with flags and rifles high, Claimed the graves beneath the sky, Pushed them west on a death-bound road, Where the Mississippi wept and the vultures crowed, [Verse 6] No discovery, just a bloody theft, History written by the hand of death, Red dirt and wire, the last stand made, In reservation dust, their nations laid, [Verse 7] Oil and gold pulled from sacred ground, Bison skulls in mountains drowned, Boarding schools to kill the tongue, Every treaty signed came undone, Stolen soil beneath our feet, Hear the ancestors cry defeat, We built our cities on broken bone, And call this cursed land our own
