She used to dance for the gods, now she dance for the lens Makeup thick, hips fake, not sacred again They tell her: "Smile, girl, you da real aloha thing" But she cry inside when da halogen lights sting. They like her brown skin, her long black hair But not her struggle, not her prayers She from a line of chiefs, but now she just "staff" Serving mai tais with a tourist laugh. (Chorus) We not for sale, no matter da price Aloha not one slogan, not somethin' nice You sellin' da ʻāina, sellin' our soul We da people—you da ones who stole. Not your paradise, not your show You take da body, but you nevah know. This not aloha, this prostitution— Tourism stay one colonization institution. (Verse 2) State play da pimp, tax breaks flow To da hotel chains who only like da glow Of fake leis, tikis from some other place Serving South Pacific mix on a Hawaiian face. They paint our girls like dolls, teach ‘em to sway Tell ʻem forget kupuna, hula just play. The chant used to rise to call da rains, Now it’s background music fo' da luʻau games. (Spoken Bridge – Haunani-style) "You think it’s just entertainment. But every time she smile fo' da tourists, she die one more time. Every time he clean da pool, or hand out towels— He clean da blood off land you took. We no prostitute our culture. You did that. We survivin'. But we not silent." (Chorus) We not for sale, no matter da price Aloha not one slogan, not somethin' nice You sellin' da ʻāina, sellin' our soul We da people—you da ones who stole. Not your paradise, not your show You take da body, but you nevah know. This not aloha, this prostitution— Tourism stay one colonization institution. (Verse 3) They build on sacred ground, call it "spa retreat" But bones still buried beneath their feet. They pave da stories, rename da hill, Say it’s progress, but it just kill. Hawaiʻi used to feed her own Now we importing food, importing tone. Every billboard say: “Come feel da breeze!” But it’s built on blood, beneath monkeypod trees. (Final Chorus) We not for sale, we not your prize You can't buy our truth wit' resort lies. We not here fo' serve, smile, or please— We rising like tide, we da people of these seas. No more hula fo' your cruise ship stage, We dancing rage, sacred page by page. This not aloha, this our stand— This our home, not your brand. (Outro – Chant or Spoken Word) Aloha is not yours to sell. Ua mau ke ea o ka ʻāina i ka pono. We are not your dream—we still bleeding. We not your welcome sign—we still breathing. No come here. No buy us. No fake smile. We fighting. We remembering. And we not for sale.
