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**[Intro – Kerser vibe]**
Yeah, real talk
They never taught us this in school
Let’s go
**[Verse 1]**
They taught me all about Ned Kelly and his highway robbery
But no one mentioned corroborees or ancient sovereignty
Blackfellas danced on this land for sixty thousand years
Dreamtime in the dirt, and their stories in our ears
Teacher said “Australia Day,” all about a fleet
Didn’t say invasion, didn’t mention blood on the street
No talk of massacres, Myall Creek or Pinjarra
Just whitewashed pages and a Union Jack banner
Never learned about Gwoja Tjungurrayi or Pemulwuy
Just explorers with maps, and a flag in the sky
Stolen Generation, yeah, they brushed it aside
Said “move on, forget it,” but we feel it inside
No treaty ever signed, just some fences and chains
Took the kids from the mothers, gave the elders the shame
Now I spit it for the mob, for the ones in the fight
Real history’s dark, but I bring it to light
**[Hook]**
Stolen land, and the truth’s still hidden
All I learned was bushrangers, what about the victims?
Corroboree lost, but the spirit’s still living
We ain’t in the books, but we’re never forgiven
Stolen land, and the truth’s still hidden
All I learned was bushrangers, what about the victims?
Corroboree lost, but the spirit’s still living
We ain’t in the books, but we’re never forgiven
**[Verse 2]**
I grew up on the coast, but the lessons were fake
Never learned about the Dreamtime, just Captain Cook’s wake
Gave us Ned Kelly, said “he’s a legend, he’s tough”
But the real heroes fought, and they never got love
Taught me about Gallipoli, but skipped the frontier
Where the black blood spilled, but it’s silence I hear
Talk of reconciliation, but it’s words on a page
When the wounds run deep, and the elders feel rage
No justice for the mob—rates of suicide high
Kids in detention, while the leaders just lie
They paved over history, put a flag on the pain
But you can’t kill a culture that survives in the rain
So I rhyme for the truth, for the ones never heard
Not for statues or coins, but for every lost word
**[Hook/Outro]**
Stolen land, and the truth’s still hidden
All I learned was bushrangers, what about the victims?
Corroboree lost, but the spirit’s still living
We ain’t in the books, but we’re never forgiven
Stolen land, and the truth’s still hidden
But I spit it for the mob, every verse is a rhythm
Details
GeneratedJul 21, 2025
Duration2:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aussie rap,Australian hiphop,unapologetic clear fast paced rap, psychological awareness, anti racisim, aboriginal land
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