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Fourty five Blood diamond(X3)

Yeah, real talk

Aussie streets to worldwide

History they don’t wanna teach ya

Let’s go

They never told us in the classroom, always kept it quiet

Country built on stolen land, but they want us to deny it

First Nations pay the price, but the crown gets the gold

Terra nullius, a lie that they sold

Two hundred years, but the pain still here

Took the kids from the homes, left the families in fear

Dreamtime stories, now replaced by the courts

Culture in the crosshairs, government reports

They gave ‘em poisoned blankets, took the language away

Now they wonder why the youth feel lost every day

Every inch of this dirt, man, it never was theirs

But they rewrite the history, pretend that they care

From Redfern to the bush, yo, the scars run deep

Got elders on the street, but the PM’s asleep

Land back, that’s the fight, but they call it a crime

Justice for the mob, yeah, it’s well past time

Stolen land, can’t erase the truth

See the pain in the eyes of the youth

Can’t heal the wounds with a sorry and a cheque

Real ones know, put some respect

Stolen land, can’t erase the truth

See the pain in the eyes of the youth

Can’t heal the wounds with a sorry and a cheque

Real ones know, put some respect

Yeah, I see the struggle, it’s worldwide, kid

They took what ain’t theirs, then they lied, kid

Told you “move on,” but the trauma’s alive

Whole culture under pressure, just tryna survive

I’m from a block where they steal, but this here’s much worse

Took your pride, took your rights, put your people in the dirt

Ain’t no treaty, just a handshake and fake flag

It’s like watching Goliath keep robbin’ from the bag

Respect to the mob, all the grandmothers cryin’

Tryna pass down the truth, but the system’s still lyin’

From Sydney to the Bronx, yo, the struggle’s the same

But you can’t kill the spirit, can’t erase the name

So I stand with the people, yeah, the real ones fight

If you know about the pain, then you know what’s right

History’s written by the hands of the thief

But we spit it for the mob, bring the facts to the beat

Stolen land, can’t erase the truth

See the pain in the eyes of the youth

Can’t heal the wounds with a sorry and a cheque

Real ones know, put some respect

Stolen land, can’t erase the truth

See the pain in the eyes of the youth

Can’t heal the wounds with a sorry and a cheque

Real ones know, put some respect

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