Dear Mama

Where my Mama dey, I ask you where my Papa dey

If I begin tell you story about my life, ikwete

See in this our wicked world the good dey die the bad survive

If it's true there's God, I want to ask that God why

You know you're my solid rock, my joy is gone my mom anwugo

Oh, my mama m, Eucharia anaa na film agwugo

Mama tell me, tell me, tell me, why you have to leave us waba

Singsong

You know where we started from, down the, down the grain

Now we heading to the top we making the money and the fame, yeah yeah

Remember you told me son, dada, hustle and be great, chai