ストリート・ポエトリー

歌詞

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