6B Panorama - Aesop Rock

I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw
Sturdy bridges decorated with dirty pigeons
A vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess
A junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in
A batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin
I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'
A pierced nose a model with a stalker cheap hooker jay walkers
A table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down
A city a village a neighborhood a ghost town
I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags
I 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 saw
Business men with multi colored ties cashmere checks
A nazi with tattoos on his neck a vietnam war vet
A caucasian man with a limp and a cane a pimp with his names
A thug circus a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair
A mother smackin' the grin off her child replaced it with a stare
A pothole a storefront with a broken open sign
A hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter it's closing time
I see a f**k up a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver
A squatter a grandfather an angry right to lifer
I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the street
And kick myself because somewhere along the way I lost my seeds
I see a rat a roach a bat approach a happy student
A black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it
I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and regrets
Oh a day turned stale a hammer with a rusty nail a failed marriage
A universe of brick buildings slightly off balance
A challenge I see a chance to add real colors to my favorite palette
Raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my talons
I see a crack in the sidewalk
A slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon
Sitting inside bent meridian
There's a fun house ooh a sun spout
Spraying yellow beams above yellow back dreams
And children in the hydrants
Tyrants
I see sirens
The wall to the glamor standard
A dead bird a bent curb
I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers paws
And hug that good leaf on the way to damaged packages dependence
Oh my lord I see bandwagons all aboard
A carnival amusement park where a heart is a luxury
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those pearly doors
Maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little more