Verse 1 (Country – bleak storytelling)
Sun beat down on stolen ground, flies on the dead,
Tracks in the dust where the troopers tread.
They didn’t call it slavery, nah, they called it “law,”
But chains don’t care what the paperwork saw.
Missions fenced like prisons, rations thin as air,
Kids took names that weren’t theirs to wear.
Work from dawn till the body gave way,
Paid in silence, buried in clay.
Stockmen whipped with words like “savage” and “beast,”
While homesteads rose where the gunshots ceased.
Bible read loud, rifle close,
Prayin’ to God while they poison the loam and the coasts.
Chorus (Sung – Dark country, slow)
🎶 Black soil remembers, it don’t forget,
Blood in the creeks where the sun still sets.
They built a nation on a buried scream,
Call it settlement, but it ain’t what it seems. 🎶
Verse 2 (Rap – harsh, confrontational)
Chain gangs in the outback, iron on skin,
“Protection Acts” — that’s how they’d spin.
Stole wages, stole kids, stole breath,
Worked to the bone then rewarded with death.
Blackbird ships draggin’ souls from the sea,
Queensland cane cut with misery.
No freedom papers, no end date,
Just sweat, disease, and a numbered fate.
They say “convicts suffered too,” yeah, that’s true,
But some got land while others got removed.
Different pain, different scars, don’t blur that line,
One got a sentence, one lost all time.
Chorus (Sung – heavier)
🎶 Black soil remembers the chains and the law,
The lies they told and the wars they fought.
Mass graves quiet, but the ghosts still sing,
You can’t mute truth with a Southern Cross fling. 🎶
Verse 3 (Country Rap – pure darkness)
Frontier wars never written in stone,
Just skulls in the gullies bleached to bone.
Poisoned flour, midnight raids,
Whole clans erased before daylight stayed.
They changed the language, changed the names,
Changed the story, dodged the blame.
Now they say “that was long ago,”
But trauma don’t age, it just moves slow.
Prisons full where the chains once clanked,
Same bloodlines, same imbalance banked.
They say “get over it, it’s in the past,”
Easy to say when you weren’t the grass.
Bridge (Spoken / half-sung)
This ain’t guilt…
It’s memory.
And memory don’t die easy.
Final Chorus (Sung – haunting)
🎶 Black soil remembers the whip and the gun,
The work unpaid, the lives undone.
Till truth gets told, this land won’t rest,
You can’t heal a country built on unmarked deaths. 🎶
Outro (Spoken, cold)
They call it history.
The ground calls it a crime.
