Park Bench People Lyrics

Song	Park Bench People
Artist	Freestyle Fellowship
Album	Inner City Griots
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	作词 : Earthquake Brothers, Troy
	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

	zuo ci : Earthquake Brothers, Troy
	I see an old man
	Sittin' on a park bench
	Lookin' in the skies when
	He can see the mouthstench
	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 misskewed
	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

	zuò cí : Earthquake Brothers, Troy
	I see an old man
	Sittin' on a park bench
	Lookin' in the skies when
	He can see the mouthstench
	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 misskewed
	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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