Find myself in the company of lesser men
may I not succumb to their aimless chants
like men falling would rather blame the birds
than grab hold of an extending branch

For these men are bleach to colored coats
shrapnel to a bare feet, nails to tyres
corrupt, bleed and keep the procession stuck

These men, they dance with the wind
but only to take steps back and sideways

They are the freed goats that refused to run
the uncaged bird that refused to fly
Run! The slave syndrome is worse than Ebola



© Jigs Lionheart

I'll come back to this...

ShaqFu:
I'll come back to this...

Boss