So much dirt laying beneath the sand

Pioneers subject to jungle justice foreign lands

Issues so immense you couldn't fully comprehend

The extent of what our ancestors fought against

Enter the dawn of the millenium like rays of light still blinded by the over flowing effects being colonialised

Polynesian ain't even a label we made up

We were given names by the civilised discoveries

How can you discover what we always knew to be?

Then plant their flag on our land like its aborigine

Our people were passed around by distant powers 

Like we deserved no say in what was given to our elders

We marched in peace for Samoa to be self- governed

A small request after so much we had already suffered

Yet our peace was meet by metallic thorns

Attempting to halt the movement 

Instead highlight the cause

Talk of world terrorism and anthrax scares

Germ warfare originated in Samoa by influenza undeclared 

3rd of the population deceased and assasination

Samoa mo Samoa created on string foundations



Ruthless tactics undercover labelled civilised

Hidden beneath your ploy

But scream savage in your eyes

Cause we detecting stealth progression

In the system exploiting our giving

Yet still denies



From the Islands to Aotearoa the new issues arise

Yet still run parallel to those of years gone by

Misuse of good nature by the royal symbols

Abuse the people then ship them back

Keep it cheap and simple

Treated less than criminals cause we all look the same

Just tools of instrumentation in political games

Clear the streets in search escaping to some peace

Asked I.D cause we maybe overstaying our lease

Early morning wake ups. I hear the arrival of the squad

Terrorising our communities

Door to door like the mob

Conditions are harsh factories a cold with long hours

Poltical powers playing the migrants out sour

You claim to be civilised but savage is how your games run

Lost visionz reconnected via the sattellite of tongue



Here's an insight to a time 

You got to step back to before the springbok tours

Social circumstance conditioned minds had to adapt to survive

Our people at the frontlines

Maori response a resistance formed to challenge the system

Nga Tamatoa had heads on the line 

Maori language they petitioned

Suffered they did ignorant of implications ostracised

Against what they knew was wrong 

For what they knew was right

Blood shed flowing tears bearing scars from the years can't even explain the entirety of what they did

Connections piercedof the past and to the land

Wounded links between those gone and who now stand



We do remember (Bastion Point)

We do remember (Parihaka)

We do remember (Waitangi) 

We do remember 



Comprehend the 10 seconds before 

Because the line is never straight

And it ain't ever what you saw

Wouldn't you call them soldiers?

Wouldn't you bow your head?

Wouldn't you raise your hands?

Instead of closing your ears



Wouldn't you seek the knowledge?

Wouldn't you wake the dead?

Wouldn't you applaud the cause?

Instead of fearing what is