[Verse 1]

They call me a bunga, they poke fun at the accent, yet only speak one language

See I’m a bunga, the have nots and the have less, a park bench for an address

A bunga, we always blessed with some bad press, our living situation average

Just a bunga, I share a room with 6 relatives, we draw heat from a stove top element

Bunga, our only meetings are court proceedings, they only love us if its sports achievements

Siana, see a bungas what they call that, unless you scoring tries for the All Blacks then you kiwi

Women clutch purses, cross roads when they see me

And if they see me then it’s usually on the T.V

Police 10/7, see police been stressin and profilin

Unemployed not because these employees aren’t hiring or cos we not tryin

But because we dole bludgers, down low dirty soul suckers

Dark complexion so they don’t trust us, dark complexion so they don’t love us

English broken, fingers groping, unpaid product

Hood pharmaceuticals the only way we make profit

We have to die before they pay homage

Just a inter-generational cycle where we don’t make progress

Don’t forget we silent, when it comes to abuse and domestic violence

Tyrants with a smug affliction

Embedded too deep into drug addiction and gambling

We spend our rent on the pokies, we give a fuck about our families

See there’s little to no hope g, emotions isn’t manly

You don’t understand me, bunga

Life’s devalued in my section, you see we reproduce and have kids, only to neglect em

We using our kids as a weapon

We the minority, whom should be government funding priority

But they perplexed about a flag, only to raise it sky high on stolen land

I’m speechless, they really be calling us leeches

The audacity, but I guess it is warranted, until they need us, bungas