Knowledge keepers AWAWB

45 Blood....Diamond..... VorTeX 45

[Intro]**

Yeah, this one’s for the healers

For the knowledge keepers

For the bush doctors

Let’s set the story straight

**[Verse 1]**

Before the white coats, before the pill in a pack

Mob had the answers, every leaf, every track

Bush medicine strong, from the desert to the trees

Kakadu plum, gum leaf, cure with a breeze

Grandmothers mixing up the roots and the bark

Healing every wound, every fever, every mark

Army came in, took the leaves from our hands

Said it’s “witchcraft,” put a stop to our plans

Burned the old knowledge, told us “that’s not allowed”

Locked up the healers, tried to silence the crowd

Banned the old ways, pushed the mob to the side

Said “trust the white tablets,” let our culture just die

But the knowledge survived, hidden deep in the heart

Passed down in whispers, kept alive in the dark

**[Hook]**

They stole the leaves, they stole the cure

Called it illegal, but our medicine’s pure

Big Pharma moved in, said “it’s all in your head”

But the mob been healing since the Dreaming began

They stole the leaves, they stole the cure

Called it illegal, but our medicine’s pure

Monopolised health, but the spirit don’t break

Mob’s still got the secrets they can never remake

**[Verse 2]**

Now they patent our plants, make a fortune off the land

But won’t pay respect or acknowledge our hand

Every bush remedy, every ancient brew

Now got a barcode, but the knowledge ain’t new

Told us “take this pill,” but it made us more sick

Side effects, big checks, it’s a dirty old trick

Mob had the answers, but they hid ‘em away

Now chronic disease where the bush tucker lay

Government clinics, prescriptions on tap

But the real cure’s missing, buried under the map

Still see the aunties with the bottle and the leaves

Still smell the smoke when the city can’t breathe

Culture ain’t lost, just pushed underground

But the power in the bush is still waiting to be found

**[Hook]**

They stole the leaves, they stole the cure

Called it illegal, but our medicine’s pure

Big Pharma moved in, said “it’s all in your head”

But the mob been healing since the Dreaming began

They stole the leaves, they stole the cure

Called it illegal, but our medicine’s pure

Monopolised health, but the spirit don’t break

Mob’s still got the secrets they can never remake

**[Outro]**

So next time you’re sick, don’t forget where it’s from

It’s the mob’s old knowledge, not a pill or a crumb

They can ban what they want, but the truth always wins

Bush medicine’s forever, running deep in our skins