I have no rice
But the pots are boiling hot
Three children hold my skirt
There’s nothing in the pot
The men I had before
Left me nothing but these kids
A new man at the door
Yet I still feed all those kids
But what can I do?
What can I do?
We can’t live on sky juice and fresh air though
His sweet bitter words
“Prove you love me with a child”
And just before the baby’s born
He’s still out running wild
He said he want that love
Not kids who push and shove
I met a social worker
She wouldn’t understand
Why I had three children by three different men
But what can I do?
What can I do?
We can’t live on sky juice and fresh air though
- “Living On Sky Juice “ by Palemina [YouTube]