17 years old Me ran away from studies With the main aim of driving towards my goal You can call me a fool to dodge away from school If you were in my shoes you for be bruised by confuse I needed a means to finance my dreams So I worked all day I will never give up Sorrow in the ghetto Lord please free me from all these crazy worries Sorrow in the Ghetto Life in misery and grief But the lord kept me relief The story goes 17 to 19 years old I have grown so bold Withstand harmattan or any cold Where I dwell where I even lived in a church Sleeping on the floor Never call it a bungalow oh No money in the pocket And I just lost the wallet More sorrow came in when I heard she kicked the bucket yeah yeah Sorrow in the ghetto Lord please free me from all these crazy worries Sorrow in the Ghetto Life in misery and grief But the lord kept me relief Hmmm hmmm Hmm Hmm Hmmm Say look into their eyes and say these words People are not smiling Sorrow in the Ghetto Go check the hood People are not smilling Sorrow in the Ghetto Go check the roots People are crying

Show me the stairs to climb, to talk to you If you're there Could I pick your mind? Respectfully Show me the master plan For innocent hearts like mine And those who fought, before my time Where are they now? Here I stand, my fist in the sky Aching arms But legs unshaken I hear their cry Our skin glistens under the golden sun We burn as they fan our flame The whispers of our ancestors hover In the same winds that push us forward And so we march in faith for future generations Hanging on to the value in our dreams Our voices in the sky, hand in hand, side by side Stand for something or you'll fall for anything Our very culture is the gold That we ought to use to resist Use your art as a light in the dark to empower Here I stand, my fist in the sky Aching arms But legs unshaken I hear their cry Feel their whispers in the wind Heavy hearts Who walked through fire So we could fly