Song | Park Bench People |
Artist | Freestyle Fellowship |
Album | Inner City Griots |
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 |
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 |