Mana In The Strings

[Hook] From the peaks to the reef where the waves still sing, You can feel that mana in the air we breathe in. Every stone, every stream, every breeze that swings, Got the voice of the islands in the guitar strings. From Maui’s fire glow to Hawaiʻi’s rain, We carry all the stories in the joy and pain. If you stand here barefoot, let your own heart ring, You will hear these islands talk through the strings. [Verse 1 – rap] Way back, no planes, just the stars and tide, Canoes cut black like a blade through pride. Ancestors read sky like a holy page, Found green in the blue in a water cage. Maui pull sun just to slow that burn, Give the people more day for the work to turn. Lava draw lines where the land got born, Ash in the air and a brand-new morn. Chant in the valley when the moon came down, Drums in the night shook the red dirt ground. Old gods watch from the ridge and peak, Name every stream in a language deep. Then sails appear on a pale white line, Iron in the hand and a different sign. Sugarcane rows where the taro once grew, But the hills still hum that old world view. [Pre-Chorus] You can pave these roads and you can change these names, But the wind still whisper all the ancient flames. [Hook] From the peaks to the reef where the waves still sing, You can feel that mana in the air we breathe in. Every stone, every stream, every breeze that swings, Got the voice of the islands in the guitar strings. From Maui’s fire glow to Hawaiʻi’s rain, We carry all the stories in the joy and pain. If you stand here barefoot, let your own heart ring, You will hear these islands talk through the strings. [Verse 2 – rap] Now jets touch down where the birds once soared, Postcards sold at the chain hotel door. Sunset packaged in a three-night stay, But the aunties still pray in the same old way. Keiki on the court in their slippers torn, Kupuna in the shade where the breadfruit born. Still talk story when the workday ends, ’Bout the ones who left and the ones who mend. Maui burn and the whole world stare, But we been know loss and we still right there. We cry in the smoke, then we pass that plate, Feed ten more mouths from a pot too late. Truck beds loaded with the rice and stew, No news cam see what the people do. When the lights go off and the feed scroll slow, It is the heart of the islands keepin’ soul on glow. [Pre-Chorus 2] You can take some land, you can bend some laws, But you cannot kill roots that ignore your claws. [HOOK] From the peaks to the reef where the waves still sing, You can feel that mana in the air we breathe in. Every tear, every laugh, every bell that rings, Ride the back of a note from these guitar strings. [Bridge] This for the canoes and the rooftops, for the chants in the valleys and the sirens at night. For the hands that plant, the hands that rebuild, for every name carved in the bark and the hill. If you ever stood in this wind and felt your chest shake, that is the islands tunin’ your heart to the key of this place. [Final Hook ] From the peaks to the reef where the waves still sing, You can feel that mana in the air we breathe in. Every stone, every stream, every breeze that swings, Got the voice of the islands in the guitar strings. From Maui’s fire glow to Hawaiʻi’s rain, We carry all the stories in the joy and pain. If you leave these shores and forget some things, Let the music bring you back through the strings. [Outro] 808 in the chest, salt on the skin, six strings tellin’ stories you can feel within. DJ Prophit, for the islands, for the ones who came before, and the ones still standin’ here. Fade out.