[Intro]

The little black fuckers gonna start— get started get belted

If something doesn't come out of it, they're gonna start getting flogged

And they won't come back 'cause personally, myself will take them out the scrub and leave them there

Wouldn't that be called lynching?

I don't really give a shit what it's called

If it solves the fucking problem and I'm over it

[Verse 1]

You want division? Huh, okay, listen

My people making up twenty-eight per cent of these prisons

We make up three per cent here in this population

While the other ninety-seven per cent under the ground missin'

Wanna talk about it? (Go on) Let's talk about it

We got coppas killin' mob but walk around and proud about it

Wonder why we're loud about it? Been silenced too long

And I'm sick of being angry, my people sick of being too strong

Sick of my mob locked up, all over petty crimes

White man gets let off and the blackfellas lose a life

You got our kids messed up, rippin' 'part our family ties

Look at the statistics on abuse, they're institutionalised

I'm sick of being painted as a drunk

I rock up to your pubs and I don't even have a drink

But it's full of fuckin' gubs

I'm sick of white tears claiming they don't get no love

But when look at the history, they've always hated us

[Chorus]

Yous created division, this is white man-made

Truckers go into communities and make the black girls slaves

Get 'em hooked on meth, then the white man rapes

Then points the finger at the father, so the black man's blamed

[Verse 2]

This the truth, they get fucked up, it ain't even mentioned

You bring that poison to the people, NT intervention

Let's teach 'em a lesson, they'd be nothing without us

We stole inventions and claimed 'em, how dare first people go doubt us

They just created a stick, but you poisoned our waters

You went endangered my species as my ancestors was slaughtered

Then they created borders, while they wiped out our knowledge

Stole the language off my mother's tongue, hell fire upon us

I'm just keeping honest, I'm preparing to die

If that means my culture thrives without me alive

I'd do anything to have a little peace

But before I was born, they already hated me

So the fuck I gotta be? Ain't your puppet on a string

God save the fucking queen? Fuck your anthem, I don't sing

You must got to be thick if you think it's all a game

I got my old people here without a name up on their graves

Best believe it's 'bout to change

They had us all stuck in a box

Now we breaking down the barriers for the ones we have lost

I'm coming for that stolen wealth, through my voice, pay the cost

The tables have turned, so now you call me Mrs. Boss

Mr. Boss Man, think you can close my eyes?

I'll be that loud black bitch that you fucking despise

I'll be that angry black sister with that fire inside

That lights the fires that make sure that my young kids survive

You can call it what you want, but I'ma call it how it is

The rest of the world can see that Australia's racist

My pages full of pages commenting without faces

And when they show their faces, they're usually shit-faced

Have another one, Shazza, pour it up

Put that bottle to your head and you can go and get fucked

Think you're better, doesn't matter, you're the neighbourhood drunk

Who gets fucked up on VB and shames out your sons, motherfucker

Sixty-five thousand fuckin' years, nah, we ain't done yet

I don't want your table, fuck your table and it's weak leg

Fuck your constitution, you can keep it for them rednecks

And every time you look at us, I hope it makes you fuckers sweat

[Outro]

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