Way Cool-Freestyle Fellowship

park bench people - 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