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park bench people - 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

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

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