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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Red dirt on my shoes
Grandma’s hands, worn and brave
She said, “Listen when the wind moves
It’s carrying every name it saved”
Old scars in this small town
Stories carved in church bench wood
We fell hard, then we stood
We know better than we did back then
[Chorus]
Let the lessons we learned be the answers
Light the road we ain’t walked yet
We’re writing that future, line by line
We won’t forget
From the broken and burned, we rise and we gather
Every truth that we once regret
Let the lessons we learned be the answers
Guide us where the sun ain’t set
[Verse 2]
Hvshi yut ishko
Sipokni, but my heart’s still young
We were taught to walk in shadows
Now we’re turning, facing toward the sun
Chaffa, tuklo, we still count
Every choice like beads on a string
What was buried, we bring out
Plant it deep and see what grows in spring
[Chorus]
Let the lessons we learned be the answers
Light the road we ain’t walked yet
We’re writing that future, line by line
We won’t forget
From the broken and burned, we rise and we gather
Every truth that we once regret
Let the lessons we learned be the answers
Guide us where the sun ain’t set
[Bridge]
[Aggressive bass and guitar riff drops to half-time]
Chahta sia, I still stand
With my people in my hands
Every tear that hit this land
Turned to seeds in the red, red sand
Chahta sia, I won’t run
I’m my mother’s, I’m my son’s
Past behind, but never gone
Hear it echo in the drum, in the drum
[Chorus]
Let the lessons we learned be the answers
Light the road we ain’t walked yet
We’re writing that future, line by line
We won’t forget
From the broken and burned, we rise and we gather
Every truth that we once regret
Let the lessons we learned be the answers
Guide us where the sun ain’t set
Details
GeneratedApr 13, 2026
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
funk, Gritty West Coast funk-metal groove over deep, rubbery bass and crunchy guitars; mid‑tempo strut that lets the low end swagger. Female vocals from Alabama with a smoky Southern edge, verses half-sung half-spoken over sparse riffs; choruses explode with stacked harmonies and call‑and‑response gang vocals. Occasional chant-style Choctaw backing lines, tom-heavy fills, and a soaring bridge that drops to bass-only before the final hook slams back in., deep, female vocals, metal
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Choktaw language., deep bass, metal West Coast funk, Alabama female singer,lessons we have learned from the past. Let them be the answers that guide us to new beginnings of a future we are writing
