brothers over colours

Oi, tell me what your colours worth when your brother's in the dirt? Got a flag across your back but no respect for someone's hurt? I've seen blokes play a gangster till the real shit hits the curb, then they're missing like a Centrelink payment when the rent's due on the first. Ha! I'm a different kind of problem, got a mouth like a weapon, every bar's a deposition, every punchline's a confession, you can judge a man by colours, I judge character under pressure, 'cause a patch don't make you solid and a handshake ain't a measure. Black boots, red dirt, white lines on the road, same sun cooks us all, same rain floods the low, you can wear whatever colours, mate, the truth's still gonna show, if your brother needs a hand, are you there or just a logo? HOOROO! BROTHERS OVER COLOURS, THAT'S THE CODE, NOT A COSTUME, NOT A SHOW, YOU CAN CHANGE WHAT'S ON YOUR BACK, CAN'T REPLACE WHAT'S IN YOUR SOUL, WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD TURNS ITS BACK, WHO'S THE ONE THAT'S GONNA HOLD? BROTHERS OVER COLOURS, LET THE WHOLE DAMN COUNTRY KNOW! Don't confuse being feared with being someone they respect, some blokes got a thousand mates but no one they can text, got a reputation bigger than the truth they can protect, and a chest full of medals made of promises they never kept. I'm that Aussie little menace with the syllables on skates, put a beat under my boots, watch me rearrange the plates, you bring ten blokes to a problem, I bring ten years of mistakes, then explain why all that tough talk disappears when loyalty's at stake. I'm not impressed by your connections, your possessions or your crew, I've seen rich men act like rats and broke men split their food, seen a quiet bloke do more than all the loudmouths ever do, so before you call me soft, ask who showed up when you blew. I don't care about your postcode, your religion or your skin, if you're solid when it's ugly, you're the brother I'll let in, if you switch up for approval, don't come knocking with a grin, I don't burn bridges for the drama, I just don't cross them again. TWO STEP, HEAD NOD, BASS HIT, FLOOR SHAKE, BIG TALK, SMALL HEART, THAT'S A BAD TRADE, REAL ONES DON'T NEED A PARADE, THEY SHOW UP WHEN THE WHOLE DAMN PLAN GOES SIDEWAYS. BROTHERS OVER COLOURS, SAY IT LOUD, SAY IT CLEAR, IF YOU'RE FAMILY WHEN IT'S EASY, YOU AIN'T FAMILY WHEN IT'S WEIRD, WHEN THE LAUGHS TURN INTO SILENCE, WHEN THE SMOKE DISAPPEARS, I DON'T NEED TO KNOW YOUR PATCH, I NEED TO KNOW YOU'RE HERE. I've got Willow-tree wisdom from the old heads on the block, seen the strongest-looking fellas crumble when the talking stops, seen a bloke with nothing give his last ten from his sock, and a bloke with everything leave his mate out there to rot. Now tell me who's the rich one? Who's the man with all the gold? Is it someone buying loyalty or someone never sold? Is it someone shouting brother or the one who keeps you whole? You can put a price on anything except a heart that won't fold. I'm not preaching from a pulpit, I'm just speaking what I've seen, too much ego in the kingdom, not enough respect between, everybody wants the crown but nobody wants to clean, everybody wants the credit, no one wants the in-between. And I laugh because it's tragic, put the punchline in the pain, blokes will die defending colours but won't stand beside a mate, make a thousand fucking speeches, still won't turn up in the rain, then they wonder why their phone goes quiet when they're calling out in vain. SO KEEP YOUR PATCH, KEEP YOUR PRIDE, KEEP THE STORIES THAT YOU TELL, I'LL KEEP THE ONES WHO STOOD BESIDE ME WHEN I WASN'T DOING WELL. YOU CAN TELL ME WHO YOU ARE, MATE, YOUR ACTIONS RING THE BELL, A BROTHER AIN'T THE COLOUR THAT YOU WEAR—IT'S HOW YOU TREAT A BLOKE WHO'S GOING THROUGH HELL. BROTHERS OVER COLOURS, THAT'S THE CODE, NOT A COSTUME, NOT A SHOW, YOU CAN CHANGE WHAT'S ON YOUR BACK, CAN'T REPLACE WHAT'S IN YOUR SOUL, WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD TURNS ITS BACK, WHO'S THE ONE THAT'S GONNA HOLD? BROTHERS OVER COLOURS, LET THE WHOLE DAMN COUNTRY KNOW! SKARLEY ON THE MIC, NO CROWN, NO THRONE, JUST TRUTH, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WEAR, I'M WATCHING WHAT YOU DO. IF YOU'RE THERE WHEN IT GETS UGLY, THEN THIS VERSE IS ABOUT YOU. IF YOU'RE ONLY THERE FOR SHOW, MATE, THE FUCKING SHOW IS THROUGH.