Calling all my generation
The wind of the four nations
We're from the north to the south to the east to the west,
Four winds, four tribes, one country what we represent!
Bourke cousin,
Yep we show em respect, ancestors - old people that we've laid to rest
Massacre at Myall creek, living on wild meat
Corroborree and in a minga"? dancin in bare feet, the mission in Bree
Started working at 13
Sun up to sun down in 40 degree for free
It's 67 white men that gave us the vote even
Though the same white men came here on a boat what a joke
They even try to take the lingo we spoke
They didnt know our spitis spinnin in the gum leaf smoke
Where my story and my song and my tradition from the past
Sittin round a campfire listenin to yarns
Keepin it real keepin it goin from the start
The story of my ancestors are written in the stars
Calling all my generation
Calling all my people my relation
Singing with the winds of the four nations
From line to the first creation
My generation got addicted to the screen,
Forgot my connection, got my dreaming from the TV
Its like we lost hope
Swapped it for Grog and dope
Greif loss and trauma like a slippery slope
DOn't foget what you are worth
YOu gotta take pride in the place of your birth
Despite all the trouble and hurt
You represent the oldest culture on earth
Take care but
(One) You gotta Take your time to listen
To old people and (two) Strengthen your mind
(Three) you gotta walk along the rivers and
Creeks in barefeet for the truth is my country is me
(Four) This is something you could never ignore
Respect for your aunts enhance the sacred law
The same black with a swagger and keep in step
Cause we keep up on the mic and the pictures lookin better yeah
We stick together ready set we're kinnected lookin fresh
While theres breath in my chest then my cultures never dead
My cultures never dead
And the futures lookin better