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

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