(Talking drum soft pulse)
Nna, we still dey hear your voice
Eight years don pass, but the pain still fresh
Samson, big pot, we miss you
November 15, that date is always cold
A story written in the stars, before we grow old
Every place isn't home, you taught us that truth
We searching for the shadow of our golden youth
Lawson, the ground isn't sweet no more
We keep on knocking on a locked-up door
Big pot, you’re the king we still hold in heart
Eight years later, we still drifting apart
No shoulder to lean on, no comfort in sight
We holding onto memories in the middle of the night
Big pot, shine your light from the sky above
We carrying the weight of the missing love
Your son is growing, he’s still got you deep inside
In the chambers of his soul, he’s got nothing to hide
Your daughter, she’s troubled, beating herself thin
Trying to hold the ghost of where you have been
She’s screaming in the silence, she’s losing her mind
Searching for the peace that she cannot find
Big pot, you’re the king we still hold in heart
Eight years later, we still drifting apart
No shoulder to lean on, no comfort in sight
We holding onto memories in the middle of the night
Big pot, shine your light from the sky above
We carrying the weight of the missing love
No dulling in the memory, but the spirit is low
November wind blowing where the tall grasses grow
We remember the big pot, the fire, the grace
We still looking for the smile on your sacred face
Eight years of cold, but we keep your flame
We whispering the greatness of your holy name
Big pot… we miss you… rest on…
(Rim-click fade out)