Rare Americans — Moss Park

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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 can not eat no more
I’m lyin’, I can not cheat no more
I’m beggin’, I can not keep no more
My soul, 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 da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ark

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
I 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 can not eat no more
I’m lyin’, I can not cheat no more
I’m beggin’, I can not keep no more
My soul, 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 da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ark

It’s getting dark
It’s time