Prompt / 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
Tags
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
Duration
3:26
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2026