I saw that man practice day & night

I saw that man put a singular fight

He was a musician born in the wrong place

To them his melody were words of disgrace

Helpless he was for the passion he had

Moments of reality always made him sad

Didn’t   ask for money

He didn’t ask for fame

Asked for some appreciation in the gods name

 

I saw that man weep & curse his guitar

I saw that man then running away far

Went to a place where he lost his origin

Thought of a new life he’d begin

Worked on a job that paid him some cash

Spent it all in smoking hash

The hash that got him fired from his job

Struck with hunger then he began to rob

 

I saw that man then run his way back

I saw him beaten up near the railway track

Quite as death he laid there two days

Got up on the third & on his ways

I heard a new song the following week

“So what if you think I’m a freak “

The song that was based on yet another instance

That he had confronted without resistance

& then again they came to finally set him free

Held him by the collar & hanged him by a tree

 

I saw that man never again

But memories of his music still remain

Floating in the wind in every breath

Fools, they thought they shut him off with his death…