J.J. Brown - Trail of Tears lyrics

[Verse 1: Louis Logic] Deep in the cold, cold snow of the Inuit, an Eskimo Wrapped in Old Man Winter's (knit and?) left alone You hear the cry of the innocence when supplies were endangered The eyes of a stranger see a tribe that was infantless In China and India's earth You learn the value of what women are worth When you dig in the dirt They say a million children a year born female Are given at birth They keep males, that's tradition at work We fail to admit to that [herd/heard] Like it's less than important And try forgetting the orphans Who never get coffins Detail fades away its perception distortion It's still taking place, it's called s**-selective abortion I stay awake when I'm resting in Boston Cause I'm writing there a nightmare of epic proportions On a real clear night, the gavel's shrill strike Travels still from Gallows Hill if your ears hear right In a fight for dear, dear life accused as witches The dispossessed in fear died to fight a superstition Despite if you're a Christian If someone claimed you tried this new religion You would hang there after a night or two in prison Or given to the pain of the flame, you died innocent If you lived you were a witch, so your fate was the same They changed up the name from Salem to Danvers, Ma** Ain't nothing changed, you can't get past the rancid facts [Samples/Scratches: J.J. Brown] "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeverybody!" "It ain't fair" "Won't you just look around" "It ain't fair" "Can anybody see?" "It ain't fair" "???" "Order!" [Verse 2: Louis Logic] In this the year of our lord, nineteen sixty-five A.D After the draft captured a cla** of every guy eighteen and beyond To free Vietnam's warring provinces from the devious arms And the fear of the horde of horrid communists Johnson ships our young men to Da Nang, barely trained He really sent them to hang, mostly too scared to aim And there to claim vengeance against the senseless k**ing tally Countless Vietnamese died at Lieutenant William Calley's cold order Both daughters and sons k**ed and carried to ma** graves They sprayed a cascade of mortar from guns And when the horror was done, the same folks who sent All of our sons to execute their souls ordered them hung Traveling this pain road more than just once in bloodstained clothes In a desperate search for one rainbow I walk the Trail of Tears next to starving Cherokee and must say so (We'd rather have been impaled with spears so that god would set us free) But we persevered and tried to survive So now whenever we drive on 95 Alert your ears to the violent cries Of the thousands of lost lives From a tribe that so strongly believed in the spirit of freedom They died when confined And since the mind was designed to keep off thoughts Most cherished, we remember Cherokee Chief John Ross Forced to watch his own perish, and so let us remember The day that we forget this, we're all lost [Samples/Scratches: J.J. Brown] "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeverybody!" "It ain't fair" "Won't you just look around" "It ain't fair" "Can anybody see?" "It ain't fair" "???" "Order!" "have you took some time.. to feel.. to feel what is real.. If you do.. then you'll see.. that we got a lot ... " "it ain't fair"