English version here: Life is not easy for port harcourt Food for the table my mom does even as a child she walks from borokiri to trans amadi just to feed us my dad left and they know us so they left us, cut off like scissors oh I can die for my mom cause I don't cry say my mom is died I can K!ll for my mummy, mummy wipe your tears, I am sorry, The person you are looking at is a bad boy,But when my mom talks it attention, Anything you want to talk is your concern, all my decisions are for my mum, She walks from Trans amadi, Then moving on to Borokiri
Ndụ e adịghị mfe maka ọdụ ụgbọ mmiri Nri maka tebụl mama m na-eme Ọbụna dị ka nwatakiri She go dey waka from Borokiri to trans amadi, just to feed us, My papa sef, o hapu anyi, ha o choghi ya, ha bepuru oh, Cut of like scissors oh, Me i go fit die for my mama, Cause Me, I no wan cry say my mama loss M ga-adabara igbu maka mama m Mummy hichaa anya mmiri, ewela m iwe Onye ị na-ele bụ nwa ọjọọ Ma mgbe ya mama okwu e, na anya Ihe ọ bụla ị na-ekwu, mkpebi m niile maka mummy
