Waiting for the Bus

[Refrão]
Waiting for the bus
He was a old man
He was one of us, but had a different plan
Waiting for the bus
He was a black man
He was one of us, but had a different plan

[Verso 1]
He had a lotta history
Inside his hat
Steady look in his eyes
Could break a man in half
He had very tough skin
He doesn't need a crown
To make him a king
I wish he was my cousin
First degree
So he could tell me things he likes
Or disagrees
But he's from a different breed

[Refrão]
Waiting for the bus
He was a old man
He was one of us, but had a different plan
Waiting for the bus
He was a black man
He was one of us, but had a different plan

[Verso 2]
Strong like a slave
Who fought for his life
Surviving the cuts
Made from a knife
In those lonely nights
In the middle of the woods
With candle lights
What a powerfull presence
He had in the place
When I think about God
I remember his face

[Refrão]
Waiting for the bus
He was a old man
He was one of us, but had a different plan
Waiting for the bus
He was a black man
He was one of us, but had a different plan