Lyrics The Crutch - Gil Scott-Heron

His eyes half-closed revealed 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 hurting
And none of us can truly aid his search
We sit outside and sings the shades, the fool
It's always easy to forecast others′ doom
The savage beast that once so soothed his brain
Has reared its ugly head and staked its claim called yama
Here is his one more soul
He will have to add the sorrow's total
These men, still men, would be like you and me
But when the world reached out, they chose to flee
The crutch
The crutch