[Verse]
Red dirt veins, pumping through my shoes,
Cane toads hopping where the danger brews.
Sun-baked wrath, shadows sharp as knives,
Outback whispers where the silence thrives.
Boomerang spinning, it don’t forget,
Every toss a promise, every loss a debt.
Kangaroo stance, fists clenched to fight,
Every dune a kingdom, every man his right.
[Chorus]
The motherland calls, my slice, my claim,
Through the dust and the heat, I’m carving my name.
Passive in the tone, but the fire’s in the frame,
Survival ain’t a game, survival ain’t a game.
[Verse 2]
Storm clouds cracking like a whip in the sky,
The rain’s overdue, but it’s shy, so shy.
A land so cruel, it breeds the tough,
The kind that smiles when the times get rough.
Sandpaper tongue, words coarse and mean,
Talk’s a weapon when the fight stays unseen.
Spiders in the corners, snakes in the grass,
Trust no shadow, friend or outcast.
[Bridge]
Barbed wire fence dreams, they keep us contained,
But every man’s a cyclone, breaking what’s chained.
Emu strides forward, never back to retreat,
We reclaim what’s ours, with the rhythm of feet.