Mr. Big Man

Mr. Big Man being big on us as we feel small against it all What does the foot say to the ants as it walks on by? We stay here amongst the crushed cradling them as we cry The night comes with pain deep felt and never the same Who’s to blame? What’s the game? Why do we remain Survivor’s guilt for da battles we didn’t start, but we are in What path did I choose? What did I do wrong? Now I’m just living a blues song Crumpled under the crumbling crush, it’s too much The session of political oppression with words as weapons And they will be pointed back at me. Don’t blind my eyes with hypocrisy of monotony on TV Don’t persuade and dissuade with scrolls of mobile screens Point it back, stay focused on me So, I can scream when I sing about the injustice of everything Don’t blame the gun for the force of the bullet fired. Don’t blame the bullet for the good guy target it expired Blame the game that has a name you can’t ignore, war Cowards command soldiers to fight but never get the gun Write letters to mother over the loss of their fallen suns The stars of their lives. - Mister Big, don’t ya bury mine The session of political oppression with words as weapons And they will be pointed back at me. Don’t blind my eyes with hypocrisy of monotony on TV Don’t persuade and dissuade with scrolls of mobile screens Point it back, stay focused on me So, I can scream when I sing about the injustice of everything Make me a martyr of merit - mentioned merrily - Mr. Gun. Send me to the moon so I can see - my lost sun Boom Mr. Bullet - banging at me, you’ve been aimed I am willing to sacrifice it all so no more sheep may fall Before Ja returns to this world with his son The one who died for what we’ve still done I’m no longer afraid, fear won’t lead me away On this stage I’ll sing. If allowed, I’ll tell everything