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