Always was Always will Be pt II

**[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