AESOP ROCK - 6B PANORAMA Lyrics

I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw...sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeonsa vagabond begging for three pennies and a princessa junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle ina batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grinI saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkersa table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos downa city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost townI saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flagsI saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting (boom)I saw a blind man with a dog screaming 'someday I'll see it all'and then he sat down with his hammer and sawbusiness men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checksa nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war veta Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his namesa thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their pursesI saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo haira mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a starea pothole, a storefront with a broken open signa hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing timeI see a f**k up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi drivera squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-liferI can see the roof garden on the apartment across the streetand kick myself because somewhere along the way I lost my seedsI see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy studenta black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to itI see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettesI see a teen mother with similak pacifier and regretsoh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed marriagea universe of brick buildings slightly off balancea challenge, I see a chance to add real colors to my favorite paletteraise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my talonsI see a crack in the sidewalka slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of gideonsitting inside bent meridianthere's a fun house ooh, a sun spoutspraying yellow beams above yellow back dreamsand children in the hydrantstyrants(?), I see sirensthe wall to the glamor standarda dead bird, a bent curba bus stop of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to workI seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers pawsand hug that good leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependenceoh my lord, I see bandwagons, all aboarda carnival amusement park where a heart is a luxuryI see a gas galaxy huddled behind those pearly doorsmaybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little more