Omar Musa - The Fisherman Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Omar Musa] The ocean in a thousand pieces when the moon is bright He was just waiting for a girl to walk into his life Fate has got its mind made when you shoot the dice He saw her walking in and drank his bourbon to the ice He beckoned her to come close, look into her eyes Saw himself reflected in ‘em, swimming in the night The room started spinning, moon glimmer supersized Woke up on a fishing boat drifting through the black tides Before he knew it, he was working as a slave Twenty hour days and the reef like a heady maze Beaten everyday by the captain of the sailboat Hauling in the nets as the white sun blaze He was forever hungry, he wondered if he'd see his country again Saw things he'd never unsee Once he saw a man whipped to d**h on the mast For disobedience, body eaten up by the sharks No sleep, no dreams, just forever ache Just the desperation in his weathered face Just the bitter fruit of longing on his tastebuds Twelve months later, he decided to escape [Hook: Omar Musa] To the moon I pray Lord give me faith, let me find my way Tell my mother to wait The voice of the sea says “nothing is safe” To the moon I pray Lord give me faith to survive the day Tell my people to wait There's a million different ways you get tricked by fate [Verse 2: Omar Musa] His heart is in a thousand pieces when the moon is bright The captain scrutinise him close with a shooter's eye He said "you try to flee this boat, then you know that you will die We'll cut your throat and throw your battered body off the side” Our man turned his back, kept on hauling in the catch thinking he could cut the captain up before he could react But he lie in wait for the right occasion, face was calm but his mind was racing Feeling like his life was fading, deeper the water he's navigating Till one day, they refueled on the coast It was then that he knew that'd have to make the most So he lay down and he played ill, with a fever that burned, till they were close Hit the captain in the face, leapt up over the stern Swam right onto the beach, it was tears of pain and happiness Sleeping in an alley where the trash heaps and the rats nest Begging on the street corner, living hand to mouth A fisherman took pity on him, let him in the house Gave a corner to sleep, water and rice, the family kind They got him working on a trawler at night Our man flinched at it, but he had to earn his keep 'Cause they were poor as hell & it was better than the street It's been three years since then and he's still with 'em A member of the family, but working for a pittance He still thinks of home every day Just another victim of the billion dollar fishing trade [Hook: Omar Musa] To the moon I pray Lord give me faith, let me find my way Tell my mother to wait The voice of the sea says “nothing is safe” To the moon I pray Lord give me faith to survive the day Tell my people to wait There's a million different ways you get tricked by fate