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