Dear Mama, some fools got a price tag to my life
I ain’t scared mama; just want you to know
I’m sorry for the sleepless nights I cause you
In case I didn’t have the chance to say it when tomorrow comes!
Tell little Rihanna ‘the sun don’t rise so early on a rainy day’
But that doesn’t mean
‘A rainy day wouldn’t end
On a sunny side’
Dear Mama,
I made so many enemies than I can conquer
Their numbers keep rising
Like a colony of ant over a piece of cake
Dear Mama,
The world don’t encourage good people
That’s why we have many vultures
And few eagles in the sky
Mama,
If am boxed home
Please save a medal for my son
Tell him I am what a father should be
Like a Roman I will fight till I fall
I will slice them bit by bit till my heart is ripped
From my body or their…
To this I put my name ‘Lieutenant Lyrics Munachi-Fingers’.
(From a son in the frontline to his lonely mother in the quiet countryside)