A.W.A.W.B III

Yeah, you know what it is

They tried to hide the truth, but we bring it out

Real history, no filter

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

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

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

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