Me born in a warzone

-- an active warzone --

My mother born me in wicked hour

-- 1 am the hour wicked souls cry the loudest --

she born me for a evil man

-- her husband --

she born me for no good reason

-- ah --

she born me for people sake

-- that she may be titled a woman again --

she born me in a grand place

-- a grand place for one so lowly --

and me cry it didn’t stop

-- a healthy baby --

but me cry because me see the war

-- otondo will you shut up! --

Yes Sir!

-- my mother’s husband ran a mean bootcamp --

but a warrior born me

-- a warrior not a soldier --

and a warrior raise she

-- so she did what warriors did --

my mother take me away

-- she took me away from the fight --

my mother marry a good man

-- but the fight found me there --

me be the outside child

-- never one of our children --

and the place I come from it never forget me

-- now and again war calls and I must answer --

the place I come from mother remember me always

-- what’s an eight year old to do with all this guilt? --

I was taken from the fighting

-- but me not allowed to forget what I be, war baby. --