Growing up surrounded, by hateful people’s stares
You won’t let the sound of it turn hope into dispair
Through all the provocation, through all that you have seen
To hold your tongue, not load your gun,
You’re a better man than me.
Though every hour in this town is drenched in mortal sin
They pelt your home with bricks and stones, still you won’t let them win
Despite all these temptations you turn the other cheek
No you won’t crack, you won’t fight back
You’re a better man than me.
Despite that generation and all their wicked dreams
To turn your face and walk away, you’re a better man than me.
Despite all these temptations, you turn the other cheek.
No you won’t crack, you won’t fight back
You’re a better man than me.
Through all the provocation, through all that you have seen
To hold your tongue, not load your gun
You’re a better man than me
You’re a better man than me.
Better man than Me, the Biblecode Sundays.
