| I love where I’m from
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| I love it so much
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| My valley scenic
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| You ain’t seen it
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| Nu’uanu and Hialoa
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| Those be my streets, kid
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| 23 years in Apartment 25
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| I stole the street signs after a tropical storm
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| They blew down and I wanted em encouraged by mom
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| She told me wait a day, grab em after sunset
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| So nobody would see, does that make her my accomplice?
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| Probably not, but I stole the signs and I’m proud of it
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| The eight one seven, Noa in the back of the valley
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| We’d write songs on his porch and post em
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| They missd me at the Okazuya while I was at Harvard
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| Kalihi on port, Manoa on starboard
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| Sam’s Dlicatessen fed me more than my moms did
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| I worked at Huckleberry Farms before it closed
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| And they rebuilt the shopping plaza with the Banyan tree that was in Hungry Lion
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| Still enclosed
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| Remember VHS copped from the video shop
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| Rent em for a weekend, two dollars a pop
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| Jurassic Park, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
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| Pokemon Blue version, I chose Squirtle
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| Royal School fool, super super citizen
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| Kawananakoa Middle, the botball champion |
| Shoutout Mr. Hasuko, for telling me that I wouldn’t get my life together 'til I
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| turn thirty
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| I’m not there yet, still a few years
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| But I’m back now with some new peers
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| Teaching downtown, back where I was grown
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| This is a love song to the valley I call home |