Ayy, James... listen up, mukwai.
Remember days when love was sweet, a promise on your lips?
Then silence fell, you left our feet, adrift like broken ships.
Children asking, 'Where's our pa?' with tears upon their face,
Me, I struggled, no place to run, just emptiness and space.
The burdens heavy, truth be told, you vanished like the mist,
A story left, untold, unfolds, a love we truly missed.
Oh, James, why you do this, why you left us in the pain?
Boza! All your promises, just stories in the rain.
My children wandering, looking for their daddy's trace,
I suffered, nowhere to go, no solace, no embrace.
Still, I say, let God bless you for what you did to us.
Let His justice find you, for this broken trust.
Through lonely nights, I found my strength, picked up the pieces, ayy.
For every tear, I grew a length, we made it through each day.
No father figure, but their smiles, they pushed me on and on,
I fought the battles, ran the miles, until the rising dawn.
You might think I forgot it all, the pain you put us through,
But every memory, big or small, reminds me of the true... boza.
Oh, James, why you do this, why you left us in the pain?
Boza! All your promises, just stories in the rain.
My children wandering, looking for their daddy's trace,
I suffered, nowhere to go, no solace, no embrace.
Still, I say, let God bless you for what you did to us.
Let His justice find you, for this broken trust.
Yeah, James... you hear that? God bless you, mukwai.
For everything... eish.