Fruit of the Womb

I made a little mistake
Have I taken on more than I weigh?
But you gave and you gave and you gave me the world
So I’ll keep on, on my way
And I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try

My mummy dey grow
But I still no blow enough to put her in her home
I still no fit change the car she get from years ago
I still no fit take over all of her rent mpo
She still the work and oh
Naturally
She still be proud of me
She asks for money sometimes but
Her number one request still be grand kiddies
Meanwhile I dey grind in these
Streets
Struggling to pay my masters fees

My mummy dey grow
Ɔyi ne duku pɛ plenty grey dey show
She dey stress climb stairs cos her knees dey go
BP dey rise and I have a need to show
Fruits of the seeds she sow
Na ne plan ne sɛ ɔrehwɛ ne ba sukuu
Na daakye bi ne ba nso abɛ hwɛ no bi
Ɛnso Cue no fit find his feet
Brother and a wife to feed, wondering if this rich dad thing sef man fit be

My mummy dey grow
Ɛnso still a, me nyɛɛ hwee nmaa no killa
I mean by now ɛwɔ sɛ nka m’ama no villa
And like a 100 visa
Maids ne gardeners, paying for her drivers

Last time I passed by the house where
I said
I was gonna buy her, when I grow up
Yeah I think the owner
Turned it into some apartments
And I still can't afford mummy a flat there
Funny I was on my way to carry mattress from mummy ein house when
I by chance met
My homie from back then

Ɔse Cue my mummy she go
Maame yi brɛ a w’abrɛ me ho yi
M’antumi anma no bed sheet mpo
Anma no fridge mpo
She used to cry when she threw food away
And say, “I wish your grandmother was still here today”
And here I dey eating through my tears
Nka Leti ntwɛn ma kofi nhitte ansa eh
Nyame nnim me plans, nka ɔnma no npicke ansa eh
Nnipa na me frɛ no da biara
Now she no fit answer and
I feel so lonely out here
Hold yours cos you’re lucky to have her
Made me feel terrible as a son
I no dey call enough
Blame it on these schemes adey run
These streets, no be fun
These gees, no fit come

My mummy dey grow
Nansa yi weekend biara maninii dey go
Wonder how she feels to know
That I still no be close
To paying her back and giving her what she want or
Four more
When you’ve taken plenty shots and still put nothing on the scoreboard
I Wonder who you disappoint more?
Your mummy or your wife?
Shit I might
Have to tell y’all the story of my life