Moss Park – Rare Americans

You can learn a lot about life from Moss Park
I’m 20 years in still scared of the dark
I’ve seen it all, I sleep under the lights
I got scars from the tar and bites from the night
Alright
It’s alright

I sleep in late on the grass when it’s nice
The park bench baby when the air is ice
Breakfast is hot, handout church rice
Begging and scrounging, men are mice
Rise and shine, crack a beer
365 Saturdays a year

I’m starvin’
I cannot eat no more
I’m lyin’
I cannot cheat no more
I’m beggin’
I cannot keep no more
My sole, my will, my heart
I’m living dark
Man I’m living dark in Moss Park man
I live in the dark
I live in the dark

I’m fucked up man, beyond belief
I’m quiverin’, shiverin’, there is no relief
I’m on the shady side of the street
I’m starched, I’m parched
Barely out of the heat
Just collapsed, I will awake all confused
Can’t remember if I was just fucked up or abused
I go hard, I go high
I chirp at the passers on the side
And wear a hat that reads “too high to die”

I’m starvin’
I cannot eat no more
I’m lyin’
I cannot cheat no more
I’m beggin’
I cannot keep no more
My sole, my will, my heart
I’m living dark
Man I’m living dark in Moss Park man
I live in the dark
I live in the dark

It’s getting dark
It’s time