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
All 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
Oh no!
I’ll never see you go down.
My people can’t go down.
No noo.
My people can’t go down.
No nooo.
Sleeping in the street
Leaving from the heart
Sleeping in the street
People fall apart.
