Paroles de 'Park Bench People' par 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

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.