MBOK EYAK MI NNAM SE NKAN

I dress beds I can't dream in
I clean rooms that I can't pay for
I wash cars that need a crime or miracle to afford
Even my tattoo smile is false and not paid in full
O, eyak mi nnam se nkan mbok
This is the irony of life

Life, life...

Only to be enjoyed in death's deep rest if your living can afford that peace

We teach children of the rich for coins

Children who grow to spit in our faces

We wipe the mess that soils our hands

Mess produced from meals I can only perceive and not taste

O, eyak mi nnam se nkan mbok

This is the irony of life

Life, life...

They say live if to the full because none of us will get out of it alive

We take insults for a living

For people who need an alarm to wake up

Comfort has tempered with the milk of kindness and humanity of their hearts

Yet oh, yet they lift crimson hearts with "holy hands"

Hmm...

Ette, mbok, eyak mnam se nkan

Iko ifonke, eyak mi ndu ke emem

Life, oh life
Life gave me a sliver spoon but while my mother slept condition robbed me

Now they want me to throw a senseless party because I have found a soul mate

Feed the community because my father travel to the great beyond

Smile at my death while they path my back and cheer on "well done" civil but stupid servant

Think not of tomorrow for it shall attend to himself

Hmm...

O, eyak mi nnam se nkan mbok

Edia, etta, ewong, ke ewong ke isong ami

©Kyng David, All Rights Reserved, 2014.

INTERPITATIONS: 

O eyak mi nnam se nkan mbok : Allow me to do what I can please.

Ette, mbok, eyak mman se nkan; Brother (Master), please allow me do what I can.
Iko ifonke, eyak mi ndu ke emem: Trouble is not good. Please allow me do what I can.

Edia, etta, ewong, ke ewong ke isong ami: Eat, chew, drink, for you can only drink here on earth      (and not in the spirit world).