Island Fresh Poetry

Created on the most isolated island chain in the world and made with pure Hawaiian Soul. Copyright 2006 by Kahokule'a Haiku. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Das Jus What's Da Haps

Wake up with a haole chick in one tourist trap.
Das jus what's da haps.
Get back home, baby mama give me backhand slap.
Das jus what's da haps.
Den the pitbull get loose and the neighbor get attacked.
Das jus what's da haps.
A year later tell the story everybody bus' laugh.
Das jus what's da haps.

Brah, das jus what's da haps.

Tutu on my case cuz I neva on track.
Das jus what's da haps.
Got to rake up the all leaves from the mango tree in the back.
Das jus what's da haps.
Already late for work and the car gets one flat.
Das jus what's da haps.
Den the cop instead help, give me ticket for expired tax.
Das jus what's da haps.

Brah, das jus what's da haps.

Nowadays kind of crowded, hard fo' just relax.
Das jus what's da haps.
The line long cause tourist come to my plate lunch place in packs.
Das jus what's da haps.
I don't have a grassshack or a taro patch.
Das jus what's da haps.
But I love taking naps on lauhala mats.
Das jus what's da haps.

Brah, das jus what's da haps.

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