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