Through the heart, they attack,
I visited the doctor, but they said I\'m fine.
Yet, I cried out loud with a stabbing pain inside my heart.
I\'ve forgotten what it\'s like to sleep at night,
Keeping the whole family awake, exhausted and worn out.
They cried from fatigue, but I cried from pain and anguish.
Every heartbeat hurts, a constant reminder of my suffering.
I cried out to the Lord for help, but my voice seems too faint to be heard.
As a high school graduate, I thought it would bring me joy,
But instead, it\'s a painful reminder of my circumstances.
I regret the knowledge I have, which comes from You, Lord,
But my neighbors don\'t appreciate it; they seek to harm me.
They perform rituals day and night, intent on taking my life.
Their desire is to kill, and I\'m consumed by fear.
I should fear the white man, but it\'s my own kind that I fear.
Oh, how I wish I were born white, maybe then I wouldn\'t feel this knife stabbing my heart.
That\'s life as an African, a never-ending struggle.