Dad's always right

When the head speaks, others listen with respect.

When the head speaks, every other voice would have to deflect.

When the head speaks, other opinions, we would have to neglect.

Amongst many others, this is our African dialect;

Dad's always right.

Buttered my bread as child.

Directed my dreams as i ride.

Who would fight for my right?

When the head is already right? Who could save me from this birth bite?Unanswered questions.

As an African child, this is my plight. Dad's always right.

He may never get all the questions to my homework correctly.

He could miss a button on his shirt and his trousers, flabby.

Clean shave, a lil moustache or a full bearded face and I still won't say a thing,

Because Dad is always right.

He may be tall or short.

His temper, cool or hot.

Secured the bag or not.

His skin can be dark or light.

These realites, I'd never fight.

I choose to love him day and night.

I'm not stupid, it's just that

Dad is always right.