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José James( Jose James )
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Park Bench People
José James
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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 All 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
Oh no!
I'll never see you go down.
My people can't go down. No noo. My people can't go down. No nooo.
Sleeping in the street Leaving from the heart Sleeping in the street People fall apart.
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