She got nothing but tears
I lived in Africa most of my years
Only thing I see is a mother with tears
When her son is old enough to pick up death spears
When she sees her little boy killing innocent people with no fears
Dad ain’t here which means respect for mother never appears
But mother keeps on praying for him even though he gave her scars
Scars of pain
Scars of tears turn in to rain
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