I'm leaving home mum
Going for my hustle
I gonna come back warm
In the city lies a tussle
Fighting, not me mum
Remember me, a good boy

The city is dull
Like a smoky hut
I hear stones fall
I hear people cry
It is not banquet mum

Hit by a gun
No, hit by a bullet
I only hear pain
Just on my chest
Swelling and swelling
Can't breath mum

Won't come home smiling
Won't see you dear brothers
The men in uniform rejoicing
They won, my sisters
Cry not!
Not with you at noon