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Lyrics
[Verse]
Sandstone cliffs, veins of rust run deep
Echoes of ancestors, whispers in the heat
Southern Cross tattooed on a blood-red sky
Crocs in the water, shadows in my eye
Bushfire breath, tongue spits eucalyptus
Tougher than a roo’s kick, mate, you can’t dismiss this
Saltwater’s gospel, carved in my veins
Land of drought and flood, but I still stake my claim
[Chorus]
Take it back, this dirt, this breath
Reclaim my piece till there’s nothing left
Under the gum trees, I plant my flag
One hand on the dream, one hand in the bag
[Verse 2]
Fence lines crooked, snakes in the grass
Neighbours smile, but they watching you pass
Dust in the lungs, but my spirit stays clean
Sharp as a wattle thorn, slick as the sheen
Silent wars fought in the pubs at night
Who’s got the yarns, who’s wrong, who’s right
My country’s a riddle, but I hold the key
Survivalist mind, mate, it’s Aussie to me
[Bridge]
Red dirt, black sky, stars map the pain
Dreamtime whispers, bloodlines remain
Each step’s a battle, but the ground don’t lie
Motherland’s heartbeat, my alibi
Details
GeneratedNov 23, 2025
Duration1:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
minimal, grime, rap, male vocals, sharp hi-hats, pulsing basslines, gritty, atmospheric pads
Credits
Prompt bySolarMan
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Survivalist Aussie grime rap about the motherland and reclaiming our individual piece, subtle danger, passive aggressive Real rap, rap
