DESCRIPTION:
Made on Garageband
SAMPLE: 'Gentle Spirit'-James Spaulding
Lyrics:

On a park bench
Falls off as the end comes to his slumber
Tracking dirt as the body slowly turns over as does lumber
Blinding light enters irises, he begins to wonder
If there was any type of viruses contracted while under
Liquid sorrow pours down from a small brown paper bag
Drinks to fast, wrong turn down the throat he starts to gag
Nourishment too low he just could barely get a snag
Of the foods that are from the people who only nag
Out of the park, down the street, goes beneath for the C
Metrocard swiping but only insufficiency he sees,
One more swipe, and another and then another
Emergency door swings opens, sees one after the other
Going out, so slips in
Head not right still trippin
Shot up last night, wonders where he has been
Confused lays up on the side of a trash bin
With kids and some adults starin at him and laughin
The sober looks needs to be maintained, but can it even be attained?
Now here comes a C train, he hopes he gains
A little change from the folk who do not refrain
From helping out the needy and the secretly deranged
Movin through a narrow aisle,
With a stench very mild
Shakin his cup, with dimes and nickels jumpin very wild
Maybe he'll wait a while,
Walk this train for a mile
Just for one person with a dollar and a smile
With kindness in their hearts
Handing him currency they start
And with his spirits up he gets off and departs,
But hes not buying food in the shopping mart
Hes meeting up with his dealer purchasing the not very smart
Chatting with his friends as hes walkin down the side walk
They're in his head so it seems to himself he talks
Raggidy attire makes the tourists give him weird gawks
Now hes standin there lookin at the Cooper Union clock
Nobody knows-where he goes to sleep
I suppose that he uses his clothes as a sheet
Its gotta be an uncomfortable pose, layin on the street
But thats the spot he chose- you cant compete
Written off as a crackhead,
A junky,
Another monkey,
Who would care if he ends up dead?
Probably no one but me,
And the people at the shelter where he finds good friends and company
But hes doesnt go often, to busy gettin high and funky
Through his mind comes the thoughts of all the past regrets,
The obvious questions he asks himself cause he always forgets
Friends and family not by his side he thinks they all left
To go on with their lives and find success
When did it go all down the drain?
Where was my mind when i went insane?
Was it me who caused all of my pain?
Or should i blame it on god who makes it rain-
On the top of my head makin my close all damp
The one who made my feet sore and muscles cramp
Nah, BS
It was the pipe
The poisonous fumes i inhale that claimed my life
Hard to kick rock and dope,
But easy to kick my wife
No wonder im here livin in this trife

Kicked out of the front of the corner store, so he goes through the dark
"Where am I?" he wonders as he hears the dogs bark
Things get familiar as he sees the avenue of saint marks
Walks a block and lays down on a bench in a park