These are the lyrics form 3 Percent's NYE rap song,
complete with obscenities...
You know I'm just tryna make it alright
But maybe we're just gonna try to be someone
Go and let the system burn to kingdom come
Too accustomed to the westernised
Layin' on a bed of lies or bed of knives
Dread bed at night to a fairytale titled "Better Times"
Fictional glass slippers and pumpkins, you ain't know nothin'
Young Hercules done heard it from Pegasus, they up to somethin'
My homies rollin' beanstalks
Giants and golden geese talk
Wolf in sheep's clothin'
The magic beans nevеr been bought
You can suck my Moby Dick
Not playin' with these little pigs
Thе apple filled with little drips of poison, you don't need a kiss
Wake up 'fore it's too late to notice they changed the narrative
Sugarcoat the lies with all of these funny characters
Manipulate the masses and never tell them the half of it
And that's only the half of it, ah
I'm here with all of my people (Yeah)
Locked up with all of my people (Yeah)
So let me hear you scream if you're with me (Yeah)
Free all my people
They locked us up and then they threw away the key
It's the stolen generations hauntin' trauma that I see
And that's the part of history of which we never speak (Nah)
Always movin' backwards keeps the future outta reach, uh
Let's separate the men from the boys
They dropped that money on the marketin', they failed to hear the voice (They did)
I shouldn't talk like this
My country bugger
in' sick
3% the new Pemulwuy [
an 18th Bidjigal man, and resistance fighter]
We don't bugger
in' miss
Do as you're told or that's cuffs on the wrist, huh (Yeah)
You're ten years old, then that's cuffs on the wrist, huh (Yeah)
They stole the land in the name of their kings (Yeah)
Now look at how they act when you mention Alice Springs
You know I'm just tryna make it alright
But maybe we're just gonna try to be someone
Go and let the system burn to kingdom come
But now I'm not gonna see my daughter cry
From all the sh
it that I've had hold of me for life
Gonna let it hold on to us one more time, oh
I see my people always locked up, locked up, locked up, locked up
Why my people always locked up, locked up, locked up, locked up?
Free my people always locked up, locked up, locked up, locked up
Here my people always locked up, locked up, locked up, locked up
I'm here with all of my people (Yeah)
Locked up with all of my people (Yeah)
So let me hear you scream if you're with me (Yeah)
Free all my people
From valleys to skies, you've made this land full with lies
Made up story your disguise, make out everything's alright
See you're makin' more sh
it up about us
But I'm here with all my people, so speak louder
When you next come around talkin' this shi
t aloud
Know we're loud, Black and proud and we ain't backin' down
I got all my brothers standin' here around us
So hold onto your sh
it, we're gettin' riled up
You know I'm just tryna make it alright
But maybe we're just gonna try to be someone
Go and let the system burn to kingdom come
But now I'm not gonna see my daughter cry
From all the sh
it that I've had hold of me for life
Gonna let it hold on to us one more time, oh.
—This foul-mouthed tirade should never have been
played in the hearing of young children. I can understand
parents being horrified, but hopefully little kids didn't
clearly hear and/or comprehend the lyrics. It's this sort
of inflammatory rubbish that can only set back the
claims of our Aboriginals—rather than advance them.