Fiche technique.
Paroles : Inconnu.
Label : Walt Disney Records.
Sortie : 30 mars 2018.
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Park bench people.
Interprétée par Freestyle Fellowship.
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.
