The American frontier comprises the geography, history, folklore, and cultural expression of life in the forward wave of American westward expansion since the colonial era. Enormous popular attention in the media focuses on the second half of the 19th century, a period sometimes called the Old West, or the Wild West. As defined by Hine and Faragher, "frontier history tells the story of the creation and defense of communities, the use of the land, the development of markets, and the formation of states." They explain, "It is a tale of conquest, but also one of survival, persistence, and the merging of peoples and cultures that gave birth and continuing life to America." Through treaties with foreign nations and native peoples, political compromise, technological innovation, military conquest, establishment of law and order, and the great migrations of foreigners, the United States expanded from coast to coast (Atlantic Ocean to Pacific Ocean), fulfilling advocates' belief in Manifest Destiny. In securing and managing the West, the U.S. federal government greatly expanded its powers, as the nation evolved from an agrarian society to an industrialized nation. First promoting settlement and exploitation of the land, by the end of the 19th century the federal government assumed stewardship of the remaining open spaces. As the American frontier passed into history, the myths of the west took firm hold in the imagination of Americans and foreigners alike.
Crazy Horse (Lakota: Tȟašúŋke Witkó (in Standard Lakota Orthography), literally "His-Horse-Is-Crazy" or "His-Horse-Is-Spirited"; ca. 1840 – September 5, 1877) was a Native American war leader of the Oglala Lakota. He took up arms against the U.S. Federal government to fight against encroachments on the territories and way of life of the Lakota people, including leading a war party at the Battle of the Little Bighorn in June 1876.
After surrendering to U.S. troops under General Crook in 1877, Crazy Horse was fatally wounded by a military guard while allegedly resisting imprisonment at Camp Robinson in present-day Nebraska. He ranks among the most notable and iconic of Native American tribal members and has been honored by the U.S. Postal Service with a 13¢ Great Americans series postage stamp.
Sources differ on the precise year of Crazy Horse's birth, but they agree he was born between 1840 and 1845. According to a close friend, he and Crazy Horse "were both born in the same year at the same season of the year", which census records and other interviews place at about 1845.Encouraging Bear, an Oglala medicine man and spiritual adviser to the Oglala war leader, reported that Crazy Horse was born "in the year in which the band to which he belonged, the Oglala, stole One Hundred Horses, and in the fall of the year", a reference to the annual Lakota calendar or winter count. Among the Oglala winter counts, the stealing of 100 horses is noted by Cloud Shield, and possibly by American Horse and Red Horse owner, as equivalent to the year 1840-41. Oral history accounts from relatives on the Cheyenne River Reservation place his birth in the spring of 1840. On the evening of his son's death, the elder Crazy Horse told Lieutenant H. R. Lemly that his son "would soon have been thirty-seven, having been born on the South Cheyenne river in the fall of 1840".
Jesse Woodson James (September 5, 1847 – April 3, 1882) was an American outlaw, gang leader, bank robber, train robber and murderer from the state of Missouri and the most famous member of the James-Younger Gang. Already a celebrity when he was alive, he became a legendary figure of the Wild West after his death. Some recent scholars place him in the context of regional insurgencies of ex-Confederates following the American Civil War rather than a manifestation of frontier lawlessness or alleged economic justice.
Jesse and his brother Frank James were Confederate guerrillas during the Civil War. They were accused of participating in atrocities committed against Union soldiers. After the war, as members of one gang or another, they robbed banks, stagecoaches and trains. Despite popular portrayals of James as a kind of Robin Hood, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor, there is no evidence that he and his gang used their robbery gains for anyone but themselves.
The James brothers were most active with their gang from about 1866 until 1876, when their attempted robbery of a bank in Northfield, Minnesota, resulted in the capture or deaths of several members. They continued in crime for several years, recruiting new members, but were under increasing pressure from law enforcement. On April 3, 1882, Jesse James was killed by Robert Ford, who was a member of the gang living in the James house and who was hoping to collect a state reward on James' head.
Out to the west there's a trail that leads somewhere
And a call of the wild that takes some people there
Through Monument Valley to California sun
From New Amsterdam to the way the west was won
Well, years will go by when you won't get nowhere
You're cold and you're tired and you're free and you don't care
You keep pushin' on when your friends keep turning back
And you keep building towns and laying railroad track
And things get crazy and you have to use that gun
And you wonder if this is the way the west is won
But keep thinkin' that way and you won't get nowhere
'Cause you got a right just to get where you're goin' to
Gotta keep runnin', gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the wild west
You keep on the move or you try to settle down
And there's strangers from further and further away in town
And you give them some tools and they know what must be done
And you know who's the boss and you know the west was won
And they say
Where I come from, you can't get nowhere
I'm breaking my back for some opportunity
Making my fortune and I'll take it all home
Tell my kids about the wild west
And there's still beauty as the flowers bloom on desert sands
And there's still hope as the sun rises over the Rio Grande
But it's so crowded now and nothing's simple anymore
And they're still knocking at your door
You hear guns in the night and you hope they're not for you
'Cause a dog eats a dog then he eats his master too
In the land of the free and the not so often brave
There's both love or money now choose which you will save
But keep thinkin' that way and you won't get nowhere
'Cause you got a right just to get where you're goin' to
Gotta keep runnin', gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the wild west
Keep thinkin' that way and you won't get nowhere
'Cause you got a right just to get where you're goin' to
Gotta keep runnin', gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the wild west
Gotta walk tall in the wild west
[Intro]
Word
[Verse 1]
My crew's official, D.S. two-triple
Hard like tittie nipples, venomous shells'll flip you
Hit you wit the super bionic
Lyrical boom like sonic
You better boss spectatin', the steadier you tryin' ta rhyme wit
My verbal serum's toxic
When I grip mic's are rockin', ta preach like a prophet
Fuck your head up wit different topics that let you know
Where I'm comin' from, and the outcome be somethin' catastrophic
Makin' you think it nucker, I'm a ill motherfucker
The type you can feel brother, slash cats that no clever
I'm undercover like double-o, wit trouble y'all
Be whatever-whatever, I'm nice wit it all
Whatever you yak and broad hitted on
Now it's time ta get rid a y'all
And some of y'all been playin' too much in the playa's ball
My fangs sharper than razor's, and spit words like Azor's
That'll leave your view deja
My vemous squads major
You minor league niggas can bite my dick as a favor
You tossed in the clutches of Cobra world
My gift is nice, you rip, I'll slice
I blaze the game precise, you niggas play the game wit dice
[Verse 2]
I got an arsenal large enough ta arm a whole army
You can take your best shot and not die the fit even harm me
Your bombs be like duds, not big enough ta make me budge
While I launch a scud miss-ile
Pack 4-4 pis-tiles
Wit unlimited clips
That's unlimited lyrics
Meanin' I can rhyme forever
Drop of a dime or whenever
For better or for worse I marry hip hop, no divorce
Around time whores can take my respect by force
If I have to, I'll subtract you from the game
You won't look the same, your own moms won't even know your name
Step on the plain, hard terrain, 4 wheels and rugged
What's the point of packin' a gat if you afraid ta bust it?
Original thug shit, I cut quick and axe later
We can rhyme for a small wager or figures that's mad major
Put your life on the line, we see who leaves the scene breathin'
I'll crush tha weak links, I do ya mad, hug it even
[Chorus]
Yo we ain't scared of none of y'all, we can brawl for this
So far we the only niggas sparkin' shit
D.S.
We can put this whole thing ta rest
Poisnic age, gauge tha chest like Wild West
[Verse 3]
Yo you got five seconds ta clear out for mine
Cuz three-sixty-five I'm live as tha skydive
Notify your local authorities of these
Venomous degenerates spreadin' disease
Your man said: if you can fuck wit me that's a lie
He tryin' get you, probly wanna see me split you
Wanna see me chew you the fuck up and spit you
One of us be wipin stupid ass clean like tissue
Hit you wit a lyrical patriot missle
Drown you and your goons in the black lagoon
Durin' the full moon, we ambush amateurs
Leave fang marks on weak squads like yours
Time for war, you got troops? bring 'em all
This might not be a game, but I'm still tryin' ta score
That's why competetors ain't tryin' ta dance
My advance'll leave cats piss in they pants
[Verse 4]
Man if they hated me before, they bound ta hate me now
Cuz I gripped a couple dollars and be puttin' it down
Surround sound, double-o wit a 6 on the back
V-12 on the side, poppin' bottles of yak
We cockin' 'em back, the metal gat, you runnin' your mouth
We gunnin' you out, slugs leave you numb on the couch
We crossin' you out, you niggas betta change your tone
My range is long, can't you see you lookin' at chrome?
Dig the scene, bubble 'bout ta snatch tha cream
In this rap shit them niggas only half of this scheme
Every part of your team 'gon find it harder ta scream
These bitches love 'em, cuz when the gold spotted it gleams
Niggas wanna see me slip so they can take it to me
Cuz they bank account look like they rappin' for free
Practically, pennies while we jugglin' C's
Rugged in 3's, the chain in the piece we freeze
Shorten your speech, Reese'll make you strip in the streets
And we the reasons why you ain't seen your bitch in a week
We holdin' the heat, for all them niggas thinkin it's sweet
It's gonna end at the bridge and me cementin' your feet
[Chorus]
Yo we ain't scared of none of y'all, we can brawl for this
So far we the only niggas sparkin' shit
D.S.
We can put this whole thing ta rest
Poisnic age, gauge your chest like Wild West
[Outro]
D.S. two-trip
wild west
my spurs can rip your back for pain or pleasure
wild west
I've worn these boots since I was seventeen
wild west
I screw the bank for just one silver dollar
wild west, wild west, wild west
as wild as me
wild west
I saw my grave, I saw my epitaph
wild west
broke the law gee, I had a laugh
wild west
now I'm dead can set my six gun free
wild west wild west wild west
as wild as me
all you cowboys on the prairie
bareback riding won't you take me
on your leather spurs
bareback riding won't you take me
wild west
my spurs will rip your back for pain or pleasure
wild west
I've worn these boots since I was seventeen
wild west
I screw the bank for just one silver dollar