I see an old man
Sittin' on a park benchLookin' in the skies when
He can see the mouth-stenchOf the range
Of the people
Walkin'
And talkin'
NonsenseIn the parkI see a man
Sittin' there
With a newspaper
Under his head and hairI thinkHe would be down for me
To tell him
That he'd been waiting 'round here
For allOf his life andIt took time
For the soul to come
When it came
I saw the same
Old sceneOver and over again
My friendPeople'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 apartThere's a park bench
That's painted
Black and whiteAnd when you
Sleep thereIt won't get wet when you wake up
Because the trees are withered
And so you dry in the sunlightYou sit there and you
Prepare to make
A move
And so you go through
Each and every canLookin' inside
Tryin' to see somethin'
That you didn'tSee last night
Wantin' to get somethin' to eat
And you go down the streetYou see some friends of yours
And then they all speak
Sayin' what's happenin' manYou sleepin' in the park again
Yeah nothin' but a survival thang
You know what I'm sayin'
Insha'Allah
Then again my friendAll they want to
Do is play you
Like you are a fool
But I know betterYou're safe from school
Through this stay cool
Mark you are mis-skewed
An' now I know better
I maintain blackWe'll overcome
In the SunOn the bench
In the park
Where you lay
When it's dark
And it's wet
Cuz it's raining on youYou have newspapers and you'd like to go homeBut you can't
Cuz you just got put out
On your ownYou're thinkin' 'bout your kids
You're thinkin' 'bout your girl
You're thinkin' of all the
Things you didYou see the children playYou hear the people barely look at you
Laughing while they
Run awaySleeping in the street
Living from the heartSleeping in the street
People fall apartIn the parkWhere areThey's every people
Walkin' round
Lookin' at themselves farAs if they were somethin'But they ain't nothin'
They frontin'Not a people nowhere standing
Aw these people are somethingEarthPerched on
The edge of all time
And yet they searchFor drums imperial dreams
Similarly so barredCan't buy my soul
Won't sell my soul
To the Devil
On the other level
Never
With another rebel
Under troubleAw noI'll never see you go downMy people can't go downOh no