The Story Of My Life
Remembering my old days
when I was a child
Rapping music with my friends
Enjoying my life
I was happy living a merry life
Taking blessings from elders
And flying in the sky
But one day everything get destroyed
My wings being cut off and I saw in the sky
The sky is dark, the air is damp
Bombs light the sky yellow, red and white
With my heart becoming a dim light
I continue to march on until the race is won
As I already lost my family and friends
Sierra Leone had a big famine
I pass the corpses
I pass the shadows
I pass the crying widows
I lost my childhood
I lost my world
Left with only hope
To survive on earth
I joined the millitary with RUF
As I become selfish to live my life
Every weapon we had went off
Striking down hope to everyone we met
Until I met my enemy with strength in his eyes
In them I saw….
In them I wept.
He whispered: 'Have no doubt
One day we can work this out
Tonight, maybe we are going to run
And dream of when the morning comes.'
But I knew this is a distorted and unfeasible
I started taking drugs
Brainwashed myself completely
I put my hands in
To make the world dehumanized
Love and compassion changed my life
Which turned me human from beast
That once I desire
I let down my gun
I dare not fire upon my brother, my son
Raising a hand, lighting fires
With blazing souls burning with desires
I know the sky could be blue
I know the bombs could slumber
I don’t mind
But it was too late
Until I can make refine
This is what the story of my life.
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