Park Bench People

I see an old man sittin' on a park bench

Lookin' in the skies when he can see the mouth-stench

Of a 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 waitin' 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 squallin' 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, living's kind of 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 don'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 something that you didn't see last night

Wantin' to get something to eat and you go down the street

You see some friends of yours and then they all speak

Sayin', what's happenin', yo, what's poppin', man?

Yeah, ain't nothing to it but survival, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

Inshallah, 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, and 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 'cause it's rainin' on you

You have newspapers and you'd like to go home

But you can't 'cause 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, livin' from the heart

Sleeping in the street, people fall apart

In the park where all these different people walk around

Lookin' at themselves for as if they were something

But they ain't nothing, they frontin'

Not a people nowhere standin', aw these people are something

Earth, perched on the edge of all time

And yet they search for thoughts, 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, no, no