Under an african sky this little passionate guy was walking Passing by a band of bad asses, five We’re talking tricks they had their eyes on his new white kicks fixed from a couple of rich kids who lived inside the village
Now he knew it could be scared to walk the city at night Case rape of pillage and fight with weapons mallets and knives. Lives are taken at a small cost Poverty is suffering, you’ve got to really toughen man
The gang approached and held a knife to his throat Took his shoes and his clothes and left him bleeding from the nose His face was ‘upped but still he got back up And walked home naked singing praises to his saviour above