(Verse 1) Fuck you mean "go back"? You da one bomb my home, Now you stay huhu cuz I broke, sittin' under yo' throne. No my fault your fadda wen rape da sea, Sign my life away fo' you fuckin Navy. We no immigrants, bitch, we refugees, Fallout still drip out my whole family tree. My teeth stay red from beatle nut, my knuckles red from fight, You da one teach violence when you teach "white stay right." Every welfare check, every school chair, All built on bones you wen bury unda tourist wear. Smile fo' your cruise ships, dance fo' your tips, Meanwhile my cousins grind cockroach an sht. You tink das crime? Nah — das survival, When yo dolla one bullet an my life on trial. You drown our islands den call us micro wetbacks, Fuck you — choke on every lie you pack. (Chorus) Da smaller da island, da quicker you blame. I not your pity, bitch, I your shame. You broke my ocean, now you break my name, Hands up fakka I gon break your face (Verse 2) You love da beaches but spit on my blood, Micronesian no one race — das da middle finger up. Chuukese boy bussin' face in da yard, No cuz he bad — da world stay too hard. Landlord tell "no Micronesians allowed," Job tell "scrub toilet" — head down, no sound. Fuck dat. I no bow down fo' crumbs, Rather starve den bite my tongue. You call my people trash — You da one ship da trash to me. You poison da reef — Now you shame my grief. You parade aloha shirts, sell da fake lei, But we rot behind chain link gates all day. Keep your plastic smiles, your luaus fake, We come naked — but we no scared, make no mistake. (Chorus) Da smaller da island, da quicker you blame. I not your pity, bitch, I your shame. You broke my ocean, now you break my name, Hands up fakka I gon break your face Say um right, say um raw: Micronesian no one fuckin law. Pohnpei, Chuuk, Kosrae, Yap — Marshall Islands stay fightin' back. We no da disease, we da scar you left. We no da beggar, we da debt you forget. Laugh now — But da tide still comin'. (Outro) Island boy wit dirty hands, Still cleaner den yo fuckin plans. You like sell "paradise" while we rot? Fuck your dreams — we da land you forgot. Da smaller da island, da quicker you blame. I not your pity, bitch, I your shame. You broke my ocean, now you break my name, Hands up fakka I gon break your face You broke my We no da disease, we da scar you left. We no da beggar, we da debt you forget. Laugh now — But da tide still comin'. (Outro
