They told me I was dirty
They told me I worthless
Told me football or crime could be my only purpose
I wasn't encouraged I was treated like a burden
But my mothers wisdom keep a fire burning
And when I look back now it was all worth it
Coz when you can break that cycle
Life becomes perfect
Does this looks familiar?
Is this story known?
All the pain held in a place we called home
I had to make a way out off a path I wasn't shown
Just to leave a mark that I can't call my own
Coz this is bigger than me and when it's all said done the whole world will remember we are warriors
See it to be it, I put that on my chest
Dream it and reach it, I excel at every test
Stacking achievements put a price on my head
But I went to hell to put my demons to rest
Yeah
I need a carry next to Jean Michel
I need my family out them f*cking cells
My culture not the one to sell, Pemulwuy's head still sitting on a f*cking shelf
No more running from the sirens
Judge me by my peers call me Gordon Syron
Death of the poor blak
Moment of silence
I could never fall I'm on the shoulders of giants
When the dust clears out on this sacred ground
Ancient empires not ruled by a crown
We conquered these heights when they pushed us down
Fear me now
Warrior
Nowa nowa, ak ak, yirriark
Nowa nowa yirriark yuin gurik