Big man, how is life today?
Unfair and unjust
Don't take it out on us
Big man, I hope you know I know
It's hard to forgive and let go
Of the words that leave long and red scars on your arms
If pain was a produce
You'd be a million farms and your head grows
And your brain slows
And your neck knows
It'll give out soon
Big man, smile at your success
It came at the cost of a few of your friends
Small man, deal with your distress
When you choose your last words
Will you put the past to rest?
Or maybe you'll breathe out a final threat
Cementing a jerk as your epithet
And your brain slows
While your head grows
And your neck knows
It'll give out soon
Seize the cycle by its waist
And take it down before you make an angry face
And run
It's time to run
It's time to start to learn