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