They call me an old soul, old school, traditional
But the reality is I have a red soul
I call the earth my mother, the moon’s my brother
The bear is my spirit.
The ancestors call I hear it
I plead for peace for all nations
Praying that we all have salvation
I pray men’s hearts will seek balance
Instead of economy’s jobs full time to freelance
Greed is the foundation of America’s past
The course unchanged and doom coming fast
“What happened to America?” They will say
“Greed and apathy got in their way”
Upside down flags should fly across the land
Until our corrupt government has a plan
The earth is pleading from its core
Aching from from sky to land, rich to poor.
Belonging is to change our destructive economies
Revitalize with environmental philanthropy
Live on the earth not off it
We don’t own this place we pay rent
Our mother will slide is off her shoulders
Crushing our greed with thundering boulders
Trading our futures for a little paper
Wealth won’t be our savior
Money only solves money problems
Indigenous wisdom is needed from Hong Kong to Harlem.
Let traditional nations lead the way to balance
But pay up front the chiefs only work free lance