Lyrics The Crutch - Gil Scott-Heron, Makaya McCraven

The Crutch

His eyes half-closed reveal his world of nod.
A world of lonely men and no love.
No god.
His life of seeming nonchalance can’t hide.
The pain and fear that in his mind reside.
From dawn till dawn his body houses hurt.
And none of us can truly aid his search.
We sit outside and sing clichés, the fool
It’s always easy to forecast others doom.
The savage beast that once so soothed his brain,
Has reared it’s ugly head and staked its claim and
Call Yama.
His is his once more soul.
He will have to add to sorrow’s total.
This men, still men will be like you and me.
But the world reached out, they chose to flee.
The crutch.
The crutch.