Park Bench People

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Myka 9] I see an old man, sittin' on a park bench Lookin' in the skies, when he gets sent the mild stench Of the rays 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 waitin' '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 Peoples talkin' and squawkin' in the park And sittin' on a bench thinkin' 'bout thangs [Chorus: Myka 9] 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 [Verse 2: Myka 9] There's a park bench that's painted black and white And when you sleep there It don'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 the 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'?" "You know..." "you big pa..." "big man..." "Oh, ain't nothin' to it but a survival thang, man, you know what I'm sayin'?" "Insha'Allah" "And then again, my friend..." All they want to do is play you like you are a fool But I know better Y'all safe from school, through this, stay cool "Mike, you are mis-skewed" And I know that, 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 'Cause it's raining on you You have newspapers and you'd like to go home But you can't 'cause 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 giggling, looking and laughing on their way [Chorus: Myka 9] Sleeping in the street Living from the heart Sleeping in the street People fall apart [Verse 3: Myka 9] In the park where all These different people walk around, lookin' at themselves, pa As if they were somethin' But they ain't nothin', they frontin' Not even over-standing All these b-boys on thee Earth, perched on the edge of all time, and yet they search For obscene material dreams, people only sold bought Can't buy my soul, won't sell my soul to the Devil On the other level, never put it on the rebel of the treble Aw no, I'll never see you go down My people can't go down, no, no [scatting until end]