Nesian Mystik Lost Visionz
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