Good Old Guy

The story of a good old guy...
He was small and he was hungry
He had so 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 driftin'
But they saw everything so clear
He was cool and he didn't have nuthin'
Never showed a sign of fear
He didn't talk to very many
He mostly kept to his self
He was shy and pretty funny
Stayed awhile and then he left
A few days past is when I saw him
He'd nod to me and I would smile
I think he asked me, "Whoa, Mike, what's happenin' "
I said, "Set down and talk awhile."
Well he set down and he started rappin'
Everything he said, those words was true
He told of people and the madness
Of the fools and the things they do
He said:
Some men have lived and learned through living
Some men have learned by seein' true
You cannot judge from what they're sayin'
It's real clear from what they do
He got up, said he felt silly
Said he'd been talkin' a little to long
He did not know his own self truly
Said his right could be my wrong
I didn't see him till way, way later
It was all different and he'd not changed
He was small and he looked hungry
I was tired and it's all so strange