Shinobi

Mama

You were 38 years when I came

Six years later, daddy left and it was lame

But you never said a word always keeping to your faith

Late nights, you would kneel and you would pray and ask the Lord for strength

To teach your son how to slay and be a King and pull strings like a violinist

Ironically I'm in this music with these fire writtens

You told Me; "Keep your hands lit so they see you make waves." I'm like: MY GOODNESS

You taught me how to endure pain for sure gain

I'll make it to heaven from all my hells in God's name

Of course, everything I went through was for your sake

Twelve years out in the wild, 12 years a slave