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This is the story of folks who almost always
Leave their meals hanging
You see them everywhere showing off their art
But they sleep in a park
They have that look of 'it wasn't me' and wonder why
They're stuck there
And they see it lurking around
For them, work is a must
They're in a tough spot, asking every day

When the sun comes up, I look for people
When the sun comes up, I look for people

No meditation, no meditation, no
Everything in its world has a reason
Today it's my turn, tomorrow it's his or yours, all fighting, I say
To survive
The key is party, rhythm, whatever plays
This is like a rollercoaster, and it’s a wild ride
Hey, hold still for the photo, man, you can't just sit back
Work hard every day and don’t lose hope

Suffering from the abuse of people who sometimes look at you funny
In a gamble that brings a nail, eating from
Encouraging phrases like a "I love you" that won’t pass like
Playing tingo tingo tango dreaming on icy sidewalks
Streetwise, searching with makeshift skills for their dreams
That’s why I play eight and aim for the hill when the
Sun comes up, I look for people

When the sun comes up, I look for people
When the sun comes up, I look for people
Living in a home as big as the city, they hold
Bracelets of proof of immunity, playing at living
Well to avoid thinking about situations that steal happiness
From their hearts with strange arts, inventing hidden sciences
That they don’t write or read, they’re not to blame, it’s their job
Not to get stuck like this, on the street
Begging because they could die of hunger

We’re not gonna cry for what’s happened, happy for what’s
Relieved, the new attitude we’ve taken, it doesn’t matter
If it’s cold or hot outside, in this
Corner is the strength of the Lord that allows me to keep going
Through rain or thunder, and endure the harshness of some people
The day goes by, I have a balance of what I
Achieved, 24 hours later, and it starts again

When the sun comes up, I look for people
When the sun comes up, I look for people

On Fifth Avenue
I look for people
South of the city
I look for people

In the ghettos of the world
I look for people

Where am I gonna find them?
I look for people

I want to find them
I look for people

I’m gonna search for them
I look for people

I want to see them
I look for people

Oh, let them laugh, let them laugh
Oh, I don’t want to see them suffering anymore

Oh, I don’t want to see them suffering anymore
Oh, I don’t know what to do
To find them again