Just A Man
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JUST A MAN
The man is running, running from the twilight
Life at hand, he is poor in the night
Looking for bread, the way of life with all his might
In the alley alone he’s sitting in fright
The people go by just spitting at his sight
In the rain cold, shivering, he holds himself tight
In tears he sighs, no shine but darkness is his light
With his blood, he paints the picture of his fight
??
In chains, he’s caring the wagon in desolation
With a whip to the spine, he picks the plantation
To the mountain top by the fountain, he lies on a notion
Thinking, looking at the sky, waiting for his master
The employer in admiration of the power over the mister
Bucket by the bucket he sends out to carry the water
The man by the river, had no rest just a humiliated worker
??
They all have something against him, racism
Segregation, matrimonial target, locked up in a hate prism
The frown on his face, a dream of success to chase, malediction
The search to fire him, revocation, local discrimination
He is the one to help them all and even take the bate
He is a victim of his kindness but loyal at the gate
Hell flames burning high torching, his love to marinate
??
Enslaved into the system trying to break through
Shoved in the back seat cuffed looking at the rear view
Victimized by the system of Stockholm syndrome in his mind too
Subliminally aching for change but locked in a box, all blue
Suicidal now just wishing for a jump-off, drunk on Malibu
Broken apart in pieces just wishing that him singing the blues
Creating stock from kings to presidents without a clue
The pain, the blood, the death I witness on the field too
Systematic programming to regress the progress of me and you
??
Monopoly psychologist master playing dirty without any shame
The economy rising on a brother’s back while gaining fame
Sad on a sunny day on the farm hunger looking lame
The man is running, running to no prize of this fatal game
Hopeless in sin, the prayer above with no faith in the Holy name
Loving the devil while living in the ghetto with no one to blame
To wish for pardon, redemption from whence he came
??
With the rake next to the haystack all on tension
The man is sitting, sitting with a mindset of a champion
He lets it go to be the bigger man all in admiration
The suffering and hardship, a reward of salvation
The praise for his GOD, instead of the worship of a man
To be successful, the ambition, he knows that he can
Until tomorrow, a hero, savior of his people, remembered by a fan
The man is running, running from the twilight
Life at hand, he is poor in the night
Looking for bread, the way of life with all his might
In the alley alone he’s sitting in fright
The people go by just spitting at his sight
In the rain cold, shivering, he holds himself tight
In tears he sighs, no shine but darkness is his light
With his blood, he paints the picture of his fight
??
In chains, he’s caring the wagon in desolation
With a whip to the spine, he picks the plantation
To the mountain top by the fountain, he lies on a notion
Thinking, looking at the sky, waiting for his master
The employer in admiration of the power over the mister
Bucket by the bucket he sends out to carry the water
The man by the river, had no rest just a humiliated worker
??
They all have something against him, racism
Segregation, matrimonial target, locked up in a hate prism
The frown on his face, a dream of success to chase, malediction
The search to fire him, revocation, local discrimination
He is the one to help them all and even take the bate
He is a victim of his kindness but loyal at the gate
Hell flames burning high torching, his love to marinate
??
Enslaved into the system trying to break through
Shoved in the back seat cuffed looking at the rear view
Victimized by the system of Stockholm syndrome in his mind too
Subliminally aching for change but locked in a box, all blue
Suicidal now just wishing for a jump-off, drunk on Malibu
Broken apart in pieces just wishing that him singing the blues
Creating stock from kings to presidents without a clue
The pain, the blood, the death I witness on the field too
Systematic programming to regress the progress of me and you
??
Monopoly psychologist master playing dirty without any shame
The economy rising on a brother’s back while gaining fame
Sad on a sunny day on the farm hunger looking lame
The man is running, running to no prize of this fatal game
Hopeless in sin, the prayer above with no faith in the Holy name
Loving the devil while living in the ghetto with no one to blame
To wish for pardon, redemption from whence he came
??
With the rake next to the haystack all on tension
The man is sitting, sitting with a mindset of a champion
He lets it go to be the bigger man all in admiration
The suffering and hardship, a reward of salvation
The praise for his GOD, instead of the worship of a man
To be successful, the ambition, he knows that he can
Until tomorrow, a hero, savior of his people, remembered by a fan