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Barkaa
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The little black fuckers are gonna start gettin' beatin'
If nothin' doesn't come out of it, they're gonna start gettin' flogged
And they won't come back, 'cause personally meself
Will take 'em out to scrub and leave 'em there
Wouldn't that be called lynching?
I don't really give a shit what it's called
If it solves the fuckin' problem, then I'm over it
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You want division? Huh, okay, listen
My people makin' up twenty-eight percent of these prisons
We make up three percent here in this population
While the other ninety-seven percent under the ground missin'
Wanna talk about it? (Go on) Let's talk about it
We got coppers killin' mob and walkin' 'round and proud about it
Wonder why we're loud about it, been silenced too long
And I'm sick of bein' angry, my people sick of bein' too strong
Sick of mummo locked up, all over petty crimes
White me gets let off and the black fellas lose their lives
You got our kids messed up, rippin' apart our family ties
Look at the statistics on abuse and institutionalised
I'm sick of gettin' painted as a drunk
I rock up to your pubs and I don't even have a drink
But it's full of fuckin' gums
I'm sick of white tears claimin' they don't get no love
But when you look at the history, they've always hated us
You've created division, this is white man made
Truckers go in the community 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
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 nothin' without us
We stole inventions and claimed 'em after first people gave that us
They just created a stereotype, but you poisoned our waters
You went and endangered my species, most my ancestors were slaughtered
Then they created borders while they wiped out our knowledge
Stole the language off my mothers' tongue and fire upon us, so
Just bein' honest, I'm preparin' 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
Who the fuck I gotta be? Ain't your puppet on a string
God save the fuckin' queen, fuck your anthem, I don't sing
You must gotta 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
So now we breakin' down the barriers for the ones we have lost
I'm comin' for that stolen wealth, bring my voice, pay the cost
The tables have turned, so now you call me Mrs Boss
Mr Bossman, think you can close my eyes?
I'll be that loud black bitch that you fuckin' despise
I'll be that angry black sister with the fire inside
That lights the fire to 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 page is full of pages commentin' without faces
And when they show their faces, they're usually shit-faced
Have another one, Chazza, 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 druggie
Gets fucked up on BBs and shames our sons, motherfucker
Sixty-five thousand fuckin' years, nah, we ain't done yet
I don't want your table, fuck your table and its weak legs
Fuck your constitution, you can keep it for them rednecks
And every time you look at us, I hope it makes you fuckin' sweat
Ngaitya gukriya ka nheko
Ngaitya gukriya ka nheko
Ngaitya gukriya ka nheko
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