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 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 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 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
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 raining 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
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