Prompt / Lyrics
**[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
Tags
Aussie rap,Australian hiphop,unapologetic clear fast paced rap, psychological awareness, anti racisim, aboriginal land
Duration
2:55
Instrumental
No
Created
7/21/2025