MENU Park Bench People Lyrics (c) Freestyle Fellowship

Park Bench People Lyrics (c) Freestyle Fellowship

May 21, 2008

a few people have been asking for these so here they are…

Park Bench People by Freestyle Fellowship

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
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