Child ask his mother, Mommy doesn’t god love me,
I thought I’d never ask this, I pray to him everyday,
And I told him that I’m sorry, is god’s child, not living godly?
As I sit here with this fly on the side of my face,
If I’m hungry enough I’d taste,
Trips down to the lake to fetch water,
With filth and hoards of parasites,
Leave it let the muck settle to the bottom,
So, I can quench my thirst from the top,
Even if it’s raindrops off a leaf,
There’s my skin, yet you can see my rib,
It’s been weeks, since I’ve eaten,
I can’t tell when the last times, a chopper passed by,
And dropped us down some food,
I’m a poor child, before I even came out the womb,
Child ask his mother, Mommy doesn’t god love me,
I thought I’d never ask this, I pray to him everyday,
And I told him that I’m sorry, is god’s child, not living godly?
It’s not just my body, my soul and my heart’s grown hungry,
I’m really starting to think, that God doesn’t love me,
But, like hope, I will keep myself alive, somehow strive,
When I’m strong enough, I will live off the wild,
For now mud pancakes, as I devour this dirt,
I just pray strength holds on until that day.
And to God I’m sorry, is god’s child, not living godly?
Poverty is my disease, then there’s AIDS, HIV and cholera,
And over here, these are all epidemics.


They were born into a country that's in constant Recession....
Therefore, for them, My heart pours out more...
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