Gil Scott-Heron
the crutch
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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 til dawn his body houses hurt,
And none of us can truly aid his search,
We sit outside and sing cliches, the fool,
It's always easy to forcast other's doom,
The savage beast that once so soothed his brain,
Has reared it's ugly head and staked it's claim,
Call Yama, His is one more soul,
That he will have to add to sorrows toll,
These men, still men, would be like you and me,
But when the world reached out they chose to flee,
The crutch
- Album:
- Nothing New
- Free Will
- Pieces of a Man
- Best of Groove, Soul & Jazz, Vol. 2 (Remastered)
- The RCA Collection
- Soul Culture: 03 Elevate Our Minds Metro Radical Beats
- The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
- The Get Down - Episode 104: Forget Safety, Be Notorious
- Me and the Devil
- I’m New Here
- The Revolution Begins: The Flying Dutchman Masters
- The World Needs Changing
- The Revolution Begins: The Flying Dutchman Masters (Sampler)
- When You Are Who You Are / Free Will (Alt Take 1)
- Listen Whitey! The Sounds of Black Power 1967-1974
- Re-Ron
- The Best of Gil Scott-Heron
- Small Talk At 125th And Lenox
- Jazz Café: Summertime
- Storm Music: The best of