Ma wen looz my bruddah at Sears

Nah—mo like she wen foget wea he stay,

Afta all, she get tree udda kidz fo corral eenside da cah.


I rememba tellin my Ma he no stay,

She sed Shit an we turn da cah aroun fo get em.

Was eazee fo fine heem cuz he neva move from da spot,

He neva cry, only laff and say

Wit heem hea

Ala Moana Centa has avry’ting.

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