José James

José James - Park Bench People songtekst

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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
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