A.W.A.W.B III

[Intro]
Yeah, you know what it is
They tried to hide the truth, but we bring it out
Real history, no filter

[Verse 1]
They taught us about gold rush, but not about the bones
Buried under cities where the spirits still roam
Talked about explorers, “discovered” the coast
But the mobs were here first, that’s the part they don’t boast
Didn’t mention the chains, didn’t mention the whips
Didn’t mention the kids taken on those government trips
Never learned about Wave Hill, strike for the land
All I got was Eureka, not Vincent Lingiari’s stand
Told me Cook was a hero, but he never asked
Planted flags in the sand, drew a line, wore a mask
Corroboree in the night, but they called it a crime
Locked up the voices, but the song’s still in time
Painted over rock art, tried to bury the past
But the stories in the smoke, and the truth’s gonna last

[Hook]
Stolen land, but the spirit don’t die
Can’t erase the Dreaming, no matter how they try
Stolen land, but the truth’s in the sky
Every star, every river, every elder’s cry

[Verse 2]
Never learned about Tiddas, or the mothers in pain
Just statues of the captains — but the history’s stained
Didn’t speak on the poison, or the water they took
Just names on a map, not the lives that they shook
Taught us about convicts, but not about the wars
Fought on our soil, left invisible scars
Said “reconciliation,” but it’s more than a word
When the land still ain’t free, and the voices ain’t heard
From Arnhem Land down to the city estate
It’s survival and pride, not just anger and hate
Mob still marching, paint on their face
For every lost language, for every erased place
So I rhyme for the truth, in the cracks of the page
For the culture that survived every government cage

[Hook/Outro]
Stolen land, but the spirit don’t die
Can’t erase the Dreaming, no matter how they try
Stolen land, but the truth’s in the sky
Every star, every river, every elder’s cry

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