[Verse 1] They say Mauna sacred, no can touch, But what about da braddahs, workin’ wit not much? Ev’rybody shoutin’ ‘bout protectin’ da land, But da class struggle stay buried in da sand. Talk all day 'bout ancestry an blood, But da landlord still kickin’ us out in da mud. Was da Valley, was da hill, now it’s da same, Da ones wit da money still playin’ da game. [Chorus] Not jus culture, we talkin’ class, We all get wounds from da capitalist lash. Solidarity, not division, is da path, One struggle, one love — fo real, not jus da past. [Verse 2] Say “Hawaiian first,” but not all same kine, Some aliʻi live sweet while da rest wait in line. Romancin’ da old days, say no exploitation, But da makaʻāinana was payin’ da taxation. Callin’ out da haole, paint 'em all one shade, But da boss up high no care where you made. White, brown, local, or from far place, All still grindin’ wit da same tired face. [Bridge] Can’t build one future on race alone, When da system breakin’ every bone. No shame in da roots, dey deep and wide, But class struggle, dat’s what we gotta ride. [Chorus] Not jus culture, we talkin’ class, We all get wounds from da capitalist lash. Solidarity, not division, is da path, One struggle, one love — fo real, not jus da past. [Verse 3] No more haole blame game, dat only distract, Da real fight stay on who stay takin’ da stack. From Hilo to Lāhainā, da workers know, It’s da few on top makin’ all da dough. So no get lost in jus bein’ proud, Get loud ‘bout da ones lost in da crowd. Fo'get da myth of da pure Hawaiian blood, We all soakin’ in da same red mud. [Outro] Eh, da land sacred, da people too, But sacred no feed you when you standin’ in da queue. Fo real change, gotta look past da face — It’s da class line, not da color, settin’ da pace. [Final Chorus – fade out] Not jus culture, we talkin’ class, We all get wounds from da capitalist lash. Solidarity, not division, is da path, One struggle, one love — fo real, not jus da past.
