They want to take him away.
He talks to himself and won’t answer them.
He doesn’t bother anybody, not really but-
Somethin’ must of made him mad,
Mad enough to sit in the middle of Main Street
With a bible in one hand, and beer in the other, 
stoppin’ traffic and lookin' crazy

Either way.  They won’t get nothin’ outta him,
Maybe a grunt or groan but he won’t talk. 
Yesterday,
I saw him writin’ on the ground with his urine
An hour before school let out at the park. 
Then, he ran off
Like somethin’ was chasin’ him, cursin’ himself outta sight.

Mama gave him a plate and five dollars days back.
Makes me mad, Mama given him money like that and me
Without a job.

They took him away without resistence.
Traffic resumed and so did I,
Talkin’ to myself.