[Intro] Hawaiʻi is my home Not a theme park, not a show From the keiki to the kūpuna We still chanting, you should know (hey) [Verse 1] Too much buildings, can’t see sky Tour vans block my auntie’s drive Uncle working triple shifts Still can’t afford the place he lives They raise rent, then raise their glass We raise flags, they laugh and pass From the ʻili to the reef They lease our pain, then call it peace Fast flow Kānaka in the back of the squad car Brown skin tagged like a radar Stop and frisk at the Safeway, late “Wrong place” but it’s our place, brah They don’t see when we sleep in trucks Four kids, one bed, all luck Sidewalk sweep, push us out of town But whose name stamped on this ground? [Chorus] Give our land back You can keep your pretty views We just want our kūpuna’s truth Hawaiʻi is my home, not for you to own Take care of the kids Feed the houseless by the stone If the government don’t care We gon’ care on our own Give our land back Give our land back (oh) [Verse 2] Slow flow Too much people on a one-lane road Too much money in a one-sided vote They pave one more lot, call it “growth” But how you grow when the roots get choked? Church bells, sirens, same old song Police line up when we stand strong Hands up, still get shoved to the dirt Body cam “lost,” mama hearts still hurt Fast flip Kids in the park with the ball, then a taser Cop pull up, hand on the laser Say “comply” while he push on his holster Aunty on the side live-stream on her phone, yeah “Protect and serve”—who you really serve? Who you protect when you swerve on the curve? Blue lights paint our brown skin blue But the ʻāina remember what is true [Bridge] Take care of the kids When the lunch line long Take care of the houseless When the night feels wrong If they shut the door We build it in the sand From ka wahine to ke kāne We still holding hands (ooh) [Chorus] Give our land back You can keep your fancy plans We just want our ʻohana lands Hawaiʻi is my home, not your stepping stone Take care of the kids Feed the houseless by the stone If the government don’t care We gon’ care on our own Give our land back Give our land back (hey)

rap, Moody island trap beat around 82 BPM, switching between half-time and double-time. Male vocals rap-sing: verses in rapid-fire triplets, chorus stretched and melodic. Deep sub bass and sparse kick, distant steel guitar swells, and soft ukulele plucks drenched in reverb. Hook opens with stacked harmonies; occasional pitched-down ad-libs and filtered drums in the bridge to spotlight the vocal switch between fast and slow flows., slow

Land Back Lullaby