KAKRA

Sun on my shoulders
Song in my heart
Eyes on the prize
Mind in my heels
As we dig and walk through this tunnel life give us
Up and about from sunrise to dusk
Riding with my bro bro
Till we get fly
Till we die
Not settling for less but grateful for the little
Kitoa bia nsoa, toss a coin to the sea
Apologies to the gods, change the negative odds
Talk is one a pesewa, so we walk the talk
Before the cockcrows, i pray to the lord
That after the cockcrows he should hold my shield and swing my sword
The stars lead our journey and back to the fireside