Another Day

I used to pray every night when I was younger

On my knees, folding hands for my mother

And my mother used to say when she was younger

She used to go to bed filled with hunger

The same hunger got her working even harder

Got her traveling to norway from ghana

She said “my son, we’re blessed

Now let’s say our father”

Ups and downs, that’s how life go

What’s high if you don’t know low?

So I try not to complain

Appreciate life so I keep saying

Another day goes by, another day goes by

And I thank God that I’m alive

I think I was about ten years old

Watching the news with my dad

I didn’t see nothing but tears and blood

And a bunch of people looking so mad

“That’s war”, I was told

I said “how? That ain’t nothing like the games I have”

I couldn’t grasp the sense of an innocent child

Dying by the hands of a grown man

And while some kids raised on cartoons

Young girls making money in dark rooms

We all deserve a decent meal

Why his belly so soft?

Why she holding that hard spoon?

And where is my head of state?

If crime pays, talk peace

Still engaging in heavy arms trade

In the jungle that we call sin city

While life rules, survival of the fittest

Another day goes by, another day goes by

And I thank God that I’m alive

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh yeah, yeah

Why, why, why, why

Yeah, eh, eh, eh, eh

Thank go that I’m alive