My black face is so well known
By my mob
I’m always in trouble
Most days
You know nothin’ to do
Its 45 degrees here
In the shade
Red sand and struggling trees
Always hot
And we have nothing to drink
Or eat
Most times
My eyes are swelling a bit
And I’m sad for my lil’ sister
She got raped yesterday
Or so she says
Yeah, so she says
The grog takes my Dad to Paradise
Often
He tells me he’s
Looking for Mum
I am so lucky
I have friends
And a Dad that cares
Who let me share?
Their petrol and glue