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 08, 2006

Island Fresh

Island Fresh Baby
It's so sick.
Backyard's finest
You going trip.

It's from the back of the valley plus a 1000 watts.
Straight from my patch,
Now it's back on the block.
When ya connect stay dry,
I da kanak dat got.
Small kine automatic, cause I hustle non-stop.
When it's humid, we know how, take it easy.
Cuz da tradewinds can make me feel so fuckin breezy.
Dese nugz so tight got more hits den Figi.
We eye ball the sacky aint no need for digi.
Once Grasshack, now we sport the latest sneakers
and the other half stay living on the beach, them fuckin tweekers.
Bes' believe, these cuts from the reef need aloe.
To many faded and they unemployed.
Brah das just da haps, how da the lava flow.
There's just too many things that you can't control.

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