Street Poetry

Hanoi Rocks

I SIT HERE EVERYDAY, WATCHIN’ YOU RUSH AWAY 
I WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU WEAR 
WORDS IN PROSE OF SKIRTS AND SUITS 
IN BLUES AND GREYS, SUCH BAD TASTE 
YOUR RUNNIN’ WHEN IT RAINS, 
TOO LATE TO CATCH THE TRAIN 
THE WORK JUST HAS TO WAIT 
MOST OF YOU I’VE LEARNED TO RECOGNIZE BY SIGHT 
AS YOU WALK BY 
I WRITE IT DOWN IN RHYMES ABOUT YOUR BUSY LIVES 
INVISIBLE TO YOU, A MIRROR OF THE EDGES OF SOCIETY 
RICH IN POVERTY 
I’M THE OUTSIDER, THE OBSERVER 
THE OUTCAST, THE WORD CONSERVER 
I’M INSPIRED BY THE STREETS 
SOME DAY IT WILL BE IN MY BIOGRAFFITI 
I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY 
MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU, 
BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME 
I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY 
MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU, 
BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME 
NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU, 
BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME 
THAT GUY HAS GOT A MORTGAGE 
AND CHILDREN, BET THEY’RE GORGEOUS 
BUT AS I READ HIS EYES I KNOW HE’S UNHAPPY 
WITH HIS GREEDY WIFE AND HIS DAILY LIFE 
I’VE SEEN THE GREY MASSES, SLAVES TO HIGHER CLASSES 
SOMEDAY SOMEWHERE SOMEHOW 
SOMEONE WILL RELEASE MY BOOK OF POETRY 
OR AT LEAST A PIECE 
I’M THE OUTSIDER, THE OBSERVER 
THE OUTCAST, THE WORD CONSERVER 
I’M INSPIRED BY THE STREETS 
SOME DAY IT WILL BE IN MY BIOGRAFFITI 
I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY 
MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU, 
BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME 
I’M JUST RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY 
MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU, 
BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME 
NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU, 
BUT IT’S THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME 
RECITIN’ MY STREET POETRY 
I’M JUST A WRITER OF STREET POETRY 
MIGHT MEAN NOTHIN’ MUCH TO YOU 
BUT IT’S EVERYTHING TO ME