Park Bench People Lyrics - Freestyle Fellowship

I see an old man 

Sittin' on a park bench 

Lookin' in the skies when 

He can see the mouth-stench 

Of the range 

Of the people 

Walkin' 

And talkin' 

Nonsense 

In the park 

I see a man 

Sittin' there 

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With a newspaper 

Under his head and hair 

I think 

He would be down for me 

To tell him 

That he'd been waiting 'round here 

For all 

Of his life and 

It took time 

For the soul to come 

When it came 

I saw the same 

Old scene 

Over and over again 

My friend 

People's talkin' and squackin' in 

The park 

Photos 

And 

Sittin' on a bench 

Thinkin' 'bout things 

I think of all the 

People of the park 

Sleepin' in the street 

Livin' from their hearts 

Sleepin' in the street 

Livin's kinda hard 

Sleepin' in the street 

People fall apart 

There's a park bench 

That's painted 

Black and white 

And when you 

Sleep there 

It won't get wet when you wake up 

Because the trees are withered 

And so you dry in the sunlight 

You sit there and you 

Prepare to make 

A move 

And so you go through 

Each and every can 

Lookin' inside 

Tryin' to see somethin' 

That you didn't 

See last night 

Wantin' to get somethin' to eat 

And you go down the street 

You see some friends of yours 

And then they all speak 

Sayin' what's happenin' man 

You sleepin' in the park again 

Yeah nothin' but a survival thang 

You know what I'm sayin' 

Insha'Allah 

Then again my friend 

All they want to 

Do is play you 

Like you are a fool 

But I know better 

You're safe from school 

Through this stay cool 

Mark you are mis-skewed 

An' now I know better 

I maintain black 

We'll overcome 

In the Sun 

On the bench 

In the park 

Where you lay 

When it's dark 

And it's wet 

Cuz it's raining on you 

You have newspapers and you'd like to go home 

But you can't 

Cuz you just got put out 

On your own 

You're thinkin' 'bout your kids 

You're thinkin' 'bout your girl 

You're thinkin' of all the 

Things you did 

You see the children play 

You hear the people barely look at you 

Laughing while they 

Run away 

Sleeping in the street 

Living from the heart 

Sleeping in the street 

People fall apart 

In the park 

Where are 

They's every people 

Walkin' round 

Lookin' at themselves far 

As if they were somethin' 

But they ain't nothin' 

They frontin' 

Not a people nowhere standing 

Aw these people are something 

Earth 

Perched on 

The edge of all time 

And yet they search 

For drums imperial dreams 

Similarly so barred 

Can't buy my soul 

Won't sell my soul 

To the Devil 

On the other level 

Never 

With another rebel 

Under trouble 

Aw no 

I'll never see you go down 

My people can't go down 

Oh no