There's a battle raging on the sacred land. Our brothers and sisters have to take a stand. Against us now for what we all been doing. On the sacred land there's a battle brewing. I wish somebody would share the news. Now it's been about 500 years. We keep taking what we gave away. Just like what we call Indian givers. It makes you sick and gives you shivers. I wish somebody would share the news. Big money going backwards and ripping the soil. Where graves are scattered and blood was boiled. When all who look can see the truth. But they just move on and keep their groove. I wish somebody would share the news. Saw Happy locked to the big machine. They had to cut him loose and you know what that means. That's when Happy went to jail. Behind big money justice always fails. I wish somebody would share the news. Bring back the days when good was good. Lose these imposters in our neighborhood. Across our farms and through our waters. All at the cost of our sons and daughters. Our brave songs and daughters. We're all here together fighting poison waters. Standing against the evil way. That's what we have at the end of day. I wish somebody would share the news