The Gbankanda Pikin
The sky cries in horror of the sight
befalling upon the innocent lives
The screams echoing in my head
I struggled on the ground
So lost, the line had been crossed
I had a voice, I had a voice but I could not talk
You held me down
You broke me
And I became nothing but like shattered glass
I don't want to die
Mama I don't want to die.
For years they stole and robbed from our pockets.
For years, they murdered what faith we had
Killed what hope we gained for ourselves.
We hold on so tight
We cannot deny, yes...it eats us alive.
Yes there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
Rebellion and violence against the act increased
The Sons
The ones of Liberty left
Blood splattered on the ground we walk on
Fear installed in the hearts of each of us.
I don't want to die, mama I don't want to die