I was born in a rainy shack
On a rainy day
My mother was born poor
My grandma was born poor
This disease is beyond me or us
How long will it last?
Will my children suffer the same fate?
I want a cure to this disease
Love, money and happiness are dreams in this household
Where is God now?
I pray, fast and worship
But still
I want to be free
But freedom is so far it’s as if it’s in another heaven
I want to taste honey and milk
One day
I’ll taste honey and milk