Ayy... Mayo, it wasn't easy.
Muli shani, Papa, wherever you are...
Growing up, no father to show me the way
No man to sit me down and teach me how to pray
I missed the lessons, the guide, the firm hand
Wondering what kind of man I would stand
Sometimes I felt lost in the Lusaka dust
No father's shoulder, just God we did trust
But look at me now, look at the boy you left behind
Strength in my bones, focus in my mind
I hope you’re proud of me, Papa, wherever you dey
I built this road when there was no way
Now I am the head of the province, building the land
An engineer standing, a self-made man
Natotela, Lord, for the grace and the key
Papa, I hope you are proud of me!
No child support, mayo cried in the night
But we kept on moving, chasing the light
No boza here, I worked with my hands
Now I sign the blueprints and manage the plans
From the Copperbelt roads to the office in town
They call me Director, I’m wearing the crown
I hope you’re proud of me, Papa, wherever you dey
I built this road when there was no way
Now I am the head of the province, building the land
An engineer standing, a self-made man
Natotela, Lord, for the grace and the key
Papa, I hope you are proud of me!
Yeah... head of the province now.
No excuses, just grace.
Ayy... I hope you see me.
Yoh.