I dont need a gun
to escape poverty...

I gave you my all
you gave me bruises...

I am a black woman
a true reflection of omama wami...

I might be nobody
but tommorow is mine...

Heartbreaker
you are breaking my soul...

The spring has come
the sun has finally shine on me...

My beauty reflect in my heart
my beauty reflect in my soul...

Why killing children?
why molesting children...

I abhore you
for not being yourself...

When days were so bright
we were smilling...

I will shine
keep on shining...

Happiness fill my heart
hug me...