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[Verse 1:] |
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I used to pray every night when I was younger |
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On my knees, folding hands for my mother |
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And my mother used to say when she was younger |
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She used to go to bed filled with hunger |
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The same hunger got her working even harder |
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Got her travelling to Norway from Ghana |
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She said "my son, we're blessed, now let's say Our Father" |
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Ups and downs, that's how life go |
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What's high if you don't know low? |
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So I try not to complain |
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Appreciate life so I keep saying |
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[Chorus:] |
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Another day goes by, another day goes by |
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And I thank God that I'm alive |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I think I was about ten years old |
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Watching the news with my dad |
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I didn't see nothing but tears and blood |
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And a bunch of people looking so mad |
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"That's war", I was told |
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I said "how? that ain't nothing like the games I have" |
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I couldn't grasp the sense of an innocent child |
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Dying by the hands of a grown man |
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And while some kids raised on cartoons |
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Young girls making money in dark rooms |
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We all deserve a decent meal |
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Why his belly so soft? Why she holding that hard spoon? |
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And where is my head of state? |
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If crime pays, talk peace, still engaging in heavy arms trade |
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In the jungle that we call Sin City |
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While life rules, survival of the fittest |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro:] |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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Oh yeah, yeah |
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Why, why, why, why |
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Yeah |
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Eh, eh, eh, eh |
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Thank God that I'm alive |
