The Sleeping Indian

Sleeping Indian

Sleeping Indian

The sun rise opened my eyes

To take shape with

A new purpose new workers

Make haste with

Grade-A tip arrows

Dipped and lay waiting

The feathers in my hair done switched

Can't erase it

Now we gotta run for our lives

Besides chasing

The dream Kings and Queens

Better equip to make it

Terrified women dodge bullets

And skip skate quick

Clutching the babies running naked

It's sick sacred

Trying to escape hatred

They're just basic

A new slave ship

They're pursued by pale faces

Whatever they see, they take it

Just trace it

As if the island needed a face lift

Just face it

My families fleeing the scene

Canoes signaling

Had to leave everything behind

The truth lingering

I built a teepee in a tree

The view brilliant

A giant in the midst of confusion

Sleeping Indian

Sleeping Indian

Sleeping Indian