Lyrics to Run Dingo
Sometimes it hurts when I look into the eyes of my daughter
Coz I know the pain that lays in when we take this corner
I put the weight of the world on my back tryna break these chains
So she don’t carry my trauma
And she’s only four so how the fuck can I warn her
That she might called a boong
She might get called coon
And school teachers won’t teach the truth
And she'll have white friends and they’ll have different views
Whole worlds confused
Do you know what that’s like?
When their blessing is your curse
That’s the privilege of being white
Now here’s the part where they say I’m as white as them,
See was called a black cunt by the white kids
But the black kids never called me a white one.
Now the fights on, Pick a side, pick the right one,
Coz when it’s said done and truth comes to light that’s the side you die on
See I couldn’t give a fuck if they change the day not
And I use my pain to paint a lot, Fukn right it takes a toll tryna save lost
Run Dingo, Run,
There’s a price upon your head, there’s a price, run.
I said run dingo, run
There’s a price upon your head, there’s a price, run
Fuk that! Let em feel my hurt
Rose grown from the bloodied earth
Odds stacked up from the day of birth
Made half the pay for twice the work
Still tryna figure out how much my life worth
Is that Ten years less? Or a hundred thou plus
What I gotta say it to get it through to them cunts
Still no love for us, but I got no hate for them
Hands firm I’m a pray for them
It’s to late we can’t start again
Let’s get it right if there’s two sides
I don’t know yours and you don’t know mine
I’ve got pain you’ve got pride
All the shame, they fukn hide
Let’s bring it to the surface
Give these words some purpose
Try heal that hurtin, One thing that’s certain
I couldn’t fuck about southern cross or Union Jack
white yellow brown brindle black
Lies and facts the past present and futures black
Cuz I hate this fight and I hate this song
Who’s gunna tell the kids we got it wrong
And Now who’s gonna fix it
Who’s the hero? who’s the villain? who’s the victim?
They stole that wisdom and the children they took held the keys to the kingdom
Coz I know the pain that lays in when we take this corner
I put the weight of the world on my back tryna break these chains
So she don’t carry my trauma
And she’s only four so how the fuck can I warn her
That she might called a boong
She might get called coon
And school teachers won’t teach the truth
And she'll have white friends and they’ll have different views
Whole worlds confused
Do you know what that’s like?
When their blessing is your curse
That’s the privilege of being white
Now here’s the part where they say I’m as white as them,
See was called a black cunt by the white kids
But the black kids never called me a white one.
Now the fights on, Pick a side, pick the right one,
Coz when it’s said done and truth comes to light that’s the side you die on
See I couldn’t give a fuck if they change the day not
And I use my pain to paint a lot, Fukn right it takes a toll tryna save lost
Run Dingo, Run,
There’s a price upon your head, there’s a price, run.
I said run dingo, run
There’s a price upon your head, there’s a price, run
Fuk that! Let em feel my hurt
Rose grown from the bloodied earth
Odds stacked up from the day of birth
Made half the pay for twice the work
Still tryna figure out how much my life worth
Is that Ten years less? Or a hundred thou plus
What I gotta say it to get it through to them cunts
Still no love for us, but I got no hate for them
Hands firm I’m a pray for them
It’s to late we can’t start again
Let’s get it right if there’s two sides
I don’t know yours and you don’t know mine
I’ve got pain you’ve got pride
All the shame, they fukn hide
Let’s bring it to the surface
Give these words some purpose
Try heal that hurtin, One thing that’s certain
I couldn’t fuck about southern cross or Union Jack
white yellow brown brindle black
Lies and facts the past present and futures black
Cuz I hate this fight and I hate this song
Who’s gunna tell the kids we got it wrong
And Now who’s gonna fix it
Who’s the hero? who’s the villain? who’s the victim?
They stole that wisdom and the children they took held the keys to the kingdom
