Mama Dey Cry For Midnight

Chai... God abeg oh

Wetin I go do now?

Midnight be like dat time wey truth dey show face

I dey hear mama dey cry for inside her room

Papa just dey look ceiling, e no fit talk

Pot for kitchen don dry, nothing dey inside

I be first pikin oh, na me suppose carry load

But my pocket dey empty like promise wey don fade

I dey pray every night, I dey call God tire

But e be like say heaven dey far from dis ground

Na me suppose take care of mama

Na me suppose take care of papa

But I no get money oh, I no get money

My hand dey shake but e no fit hold anything

Na me suppose take care of mama

Na me suppose take care of papa

But wetin I fit do when my pocket don tear?

Love dey for my heart but provision no dey there

Sometimes I dey wonder if God dey hear my voice

Or na only echo dey bounce inside dis room

I get plenty love oh, e full my chest scatter

But love no fit cook soup, love no fit pay rent

Mama dey tell me say make I no worry sef

But I see am for her eye say she dey lie small

Responsibility heavy pass anything I fit carry

But how person go drop wetin God put for im hand?

Na me suppose take care of mama

Na me suppose take care of papa

But I no get money oh, I no get money

My hand dey shake but e no fit hold anything

Na me suppose take care of mama

Na me suppose take care of papa

But wetin I fit do when my pocket don tear?

Love dey for my heart but provision no dey there

Two o'clock for morning, I just dey look ceiling

Dey ask myself why life hard reach like dis

I no dey beg for Benz oh, I no dey ask for mansion

Just make my people chop, make dem sleep with peace

Abeg God, if you dey hear me now

Make you remember say na your pikin I be oh

Mama dey cry for midnight

And I no fit wipe her tears

Chai...