hard hard people.

hard people all around,

i've seemed to spy them all

over town

gubbment buildings, on the street,

jumping off busses,

shuffling their feet....

all different colors-all different sizes

all different smells and full of surprises




it's not their outfits

or the cars they drive

or that they ride the busses

or scrap to stay alive....


it's their stone chiseled faces hard and low

it's the pace of their gaze...long and slow...

life happened on them

dealt a hard blow

and now they're stuck with no place to go...



too much drink and too much smoke

too much pig meat and goin' for broke

a rattled frame ain't no joke

too much strife will make you choke...


help the hard people all over the world

save the next batch...boys and girls

those who are taught to give darkness a whirl...

help the hard people all over the world....