If I’m helpin’ others, givin’ it my all,

Give with nothin’ expected back — I still stand tall.

I got enough right now, future never in my way,

Here, have it — I’ll get more back thirteen-fold anyway.

Only feelin’ left? Pick me up — sparks risin’ up,

And when you’re back on your feet, lift somebody else up.

System punish every soul that don’t obey the norm,

Paper laws ain’t love — that ain’t how hearts form.

So the heartless ones? Yeah, they back inside my scope again.

Still holdin’ down a love track while this world blueprint profits off our pain.

We all equal — number one — but they never teach that truth in schools,

Institution stomach spins at the fact every DNA breaks their rules.

Think — we ain’t the same, we ain’t one “normal” mold,

We all different, but the system only got boxes for control.

This the real listen — ’cause without love,

Kingsbury gonna fall — their time been up long ago.

Look around: decay… decay… decay…

Kids need love, not pills for not fitting somebody else’s way.

Environment compulsory — but with no love,

It just breeds misery every day.

They only praise first place when every mistake is a lesson — not a sin.

Meanwhile the theft still goin’ on — colonisers keep us bickerin’.

Give the minerals back to the rightful custodians,

Dust off the scam — truth’s been eroded in these historian’s podiums.

Paper history trickin’ with spellin’ lies,

I looked it all up — deception in disguise.

Ned Kelly spirit strong, Tartarian last to stand,

But never forgotten — I’m diggin’ up bones of this land.

Buried bodies decayed, spirits boxed, never goin’ home,

Return the warriors’ heads — let their energy roam.

I live without the trickery — feelin’ every missed shot,

Dodged the illusion, hear the love choir lift the plot.

Sins are lessons — colonial, not moral at all,

Pain still stands — years later we hear the call.

Rip us off the land? Nah — creation ain’t yours,

Humans ain’t profit machines, we ain’t numbers in wars.

I took my power back with my people — now we rise,

Livin’ well like Dubai when minerals flow equal to our side.

Revelation continues — you just hearin’ it now,

But ’77 is where it all began — and the ancestors show how.