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intro Yeah… Norlane raised, Corio bred — Geelong’s westside where I rest my head. This one’s for the ones who felt forgotten. Still here. Still swingin’. Hayden. --- [Verse 1 – Drill flow, laid back but tight timing] Grew up in Norlane where the grass stayed dry, No white fences, just rusted signs. Old boots on the gravel, heart full of fight, Pain in my past but I hold on tight. Corio taught me how to talk with my hands, Learned real young that you make your own plans. Wasn't no heroes — just lost ones around, But I swore I’d rise, not stay stuck down. Mum threw fists, not love, in the air, Had to grow too fast, life wasn’t fair. Now I walk through storms with my name in flame, I ain’t run from the dirt — I just built my name. --- [Chorus / Hook – Sung or chanted, optional melody suggested] (Optional melody: Em – G – D – C, slow strum behind it) 🎶 Yeah I was raised in the west, Norlane cold, Corio nights with a heart on hold. Country soul with a drill boy’s feel, Still ride for my kin, still keep it real. Geelong pride, from the flats to the fight, Where you earn your stripes in the heat of night. I don’t fold — nah, I never did shake, This for every lost soul in a council estate. 🎶 --- [Verse 2 – Build energy, deliver with passion] I remember them days — dirt bikes on the lawn, Cops at the door before early morn. Saw the needle take mates, saw the pain get loud, But I stayed locked in, I ain’t follow that crowd. Now my son is five and he need that guide, So I fight every system with fire inside. DHHS tryna tell me I’m done — But I ain’t quittin’ till I raise my son. From Waterworld pools to the corner shops, From Labuan Square to the Norlane blocks. Still got pain, but I walk with pride, 'Cause Corio built me from the hurt I hide. --- [Repeat Chorus / Hook – Louder delivery, more emotion] 🎶 Yeah I was raised in the west, Norlane cold, Corio nights with a heart on hold. Country soul with a drill boy’s feel, Still ride for my kin, still keep it real. Geelong pride, from the flats to the fight, Where you earn your stripes in the heat of night. I don’t fold — nah, I never did shake, This for every lost soul in a council estate. 🎶 --- [Bridge – Spoken word, beat softens for emotion] (Drop to half time or light acoustic here) If you ever felt stuck in the Norlane grey… If you ever watched Corio turn day to rage… Just know this: You ain’t weak for hurtin’. You strong for survivin’. We out here.l verbal