Does this make you mad?

It doesn't me, and it should. But I am not a victim anymore.



My roots are strong, my passion high, the moon follows ME.

Do not talk to me about racism or poor me scenarios. Because the buffalo strong live on. In the wind, in your presence, blended like a ripe fruited drink. Dripping from thy tongue, tasted like wine or honey it lingers. But always in the cabinet high.

I see that I can not push your buttons, because your buttons are worn flat.

Passion is nails digging in to scratch a bite or urge, so feverishly the grind happens without notice.

And then you are lost in the scratch of pleasure

but there is no pleasure without the bite

I can not tell you the anger I feel about how the left and Obama have gone after the CROW. I have felt somehow personal that it done on purpose. The greatest smartest tribe left amongst all Indian tribes.

I think to go home and tend to my heritage.

I am Shamamn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VXbt_A6zgw

Just know, we never stopped a war we were winning.