The Blood-Stained Banner

The Blood-Stained Banner is my middle finger to the star spangled banner the American national anthem as a Native American who's people suffered just to create your little star-spangled banner American national anthem. #AggressiveBeats #EpicRap #BoomingHardKnocking #ThumpingBeats #GhettoStyle #GangstaRap #FastRapBeats #EpicRap #HardRap #WildBeats #RecordScratching #DJRemix #MaleRapFlow #FastRapVocals #HighQualityVocals #HardBeats #RapVocals #RapRemix #HipHopBeats Title: The Blood-Stained Banner O say can you see, by the Native Americans' spilled red blood, What so proudly they hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broken treaties and stolen lands through the perilous fight, O'er the sacred grounds we watched, were so cruelly streaming? And the settler's harsh glare, the cannon bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our suffering was still there, O say does that blood-stained banner yet wave, O'er the land of the taken and the home of the displaced? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the invaders' haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full sorrow reflected now shines in the stream, 'Tis the blood-stained banner - O long may it remind, O'er the land of the taken and the home of the displaced! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a Country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the native and brave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave, And the blood-stained banner in sorrow doth wave, O'er the land of the taken and the home of the displaced. O thus be it ever when warriors shall stand, Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Cursed with defeat and loss may the earth mourn the land, Blame the power that hath taken and destroyed our nation! Then resist we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto - "In our ancestors we trust," And the blood-stained banner in sorrow shall wave, O'er the land of the taken and the home of the displaced. And where shall we go, when the rivers run dry, When the forests lie bare ‘neath a smoke-choked sky? When the songs of the elders are whispers no more, And our children seek truths from a history ignored? Shall we wander in silence through lands once revered, Where the buffalo roamed and the sacred appeared? Where the spirits still call from the rocks and the trees, But are drowned by machines and industrial disease? The fields once were ours, now fenced and defiled, Where pipelines now cut through the dreams of the wild, Yet the blood-stained banner still shadows the day, O’er the land of the broken and the voices cast away. O spirits who danced in the fires of the night, Shall your stories survive through the ages’ long flight? Shall your names be recalled by the wind in the trees, Or erased like the treaties signed under deceit? But we rise from the ashes, from roots deep and wide, With drums in our hearts and the ancestors’ pride. We sing for the children whose laughter was stolen, In schools built on pain, where no language was spoken. But the songs will return, and the circle will mend, From the mountains we’ll call on the spirits again. And the blood-stained banner, though soaked with our cries, Shall not dim our fire — it will blaze in our eyes. From the plains to the peaks where the hawk spirits glide, Lies the memory of nations that once stood with pride. But their fires were smothered, their councils torn down, Their laughter replaced by a colonist’s crown. Yet still in the silence, the heartbeat remains, In the drum and the dance and the old sacred names. From the elder’s soft prayer to the warrior’s fierce cry, We echo through time — we refuse to die. For the land is our breath, and the sky is our guide, Though the blood-stained banner tries still to divide, It cannot erase what the Earth understands — That we are forever, this is our land. No anthem can silence the truth in our bones, No banner can bury what history has shown. The scars on this soil are etched with our pain, But also our strength — like the grass, we remain. Let them sing of conquest with pride in their voice, While we walk with the wind and honor our choice. To live, to resist, to reclaim every word, Every stolen tradition, every story unheard. So raise not your flag where our children still grieve, Where the spirits still whisper to those who believe. Let the blood-stained banner remind of the cost — Of the land that was taken, and the lives that were lost @rapfame_official How about actually acknowledging me and featuring some of my music for once instead of treating me like I Don't exist.