The Big Men's biggest obstacle- they can't get in my head. So they drive me mad with taxes, Telling me how my life should be lead. Because I don't drive a fancy car, They think I live in Backward Land. But so what if I'm comfortable, When I speak what Big Man calls DIALECT. Fed up with those Big Men, So god damn critical. Every damn word I say, Rendered so politically INCORRECT. They never try to empathise with me, Yet they characterisin me. Pressin and tryin me, And stereotypin me. But I won't make them happy, Conform and relive my history. Today I exercise my freedom in Big Man's Land of Misery.