Mama Africa, I am that child from the cot of your belly
Begat in the heat and storms of Sahara
Amidst savannas and plantation of my ancestors
I'm a broken child in adults costume
Broken like a record that never lasted
In the brokenness of my African soul
I became strong for me and my young
Hear me Oh Mama Africa, I've been beaten by whip of adulthood
Lost childhood in the neighbourhood
No one care, it's all about brotherhood
I cry each cold night for protection, and to my ward I offer protection
In the fearsome battles of life
Our protectors couldn't defeat death
At the foot of African mountains
I cry like John in the wilderness
To make way for my young not to wither
But to soldier on, no matter the weather
Fate served me its cruelty
Life gifted me sceptre of authority
To embrace fate and its reality
Not minding my age in the society
Grant me love that cannot be broken Oh Mama Africa
Let the love spread beyond Africa, for there's no law older than loving humanity
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