The story of a good old guy
He was small and he was hungry
He had no many words to say
He came in from off the corner
Where some man told him to stay
His head hung down, his eyes was drifting
But they saw everything so clear
He was cool and he didn't have nothing
Never showed a sign of fear

He didn't talk to very many
He mostly kept to himself
He was shy and pretty funny
Stayed a while and then he left
A few days past was when I saw him
He'd nod to me and
I would smile
I think he asked me
Whoa, mike, what's happening?
And I said, sit down and talk a while

Well he sat down and stated rapping
Everything he said, every word was true
He told of people and the madness
Of the fools and the things they do
He said, some men have lived
And they learn through livin'
Some men have learned by seeing true
You can not judge by what they're saying
It's real clear by what they do
Well, he got on up, said he felt silly
Said he'd been talkin' just a little too long
He did not know his own self truly
Said his right could be my wrong
I didn't see him till a way way later
It was all different but he'd not changed
He was small and he looked hungry
I was tired and it's all so strange