Hardcore Poetry

It depends on who is looking at the tenement walls Whether he's coming home or pa*sing through You can walk the streets and find so much to criticize But that would be the easy thing to do 'Coz there's beauty in the concrete If you see it with your heart The sidewalks only hurt you If you hate them from the start This is a song not necessarily sweet I'll pa*s it on to folks that I never will meet And if my words don't make history Just call it hardcore poetry You can blame the world if troubles come and knock at your door Let your weakness cut you down to size If you find some fault with everything surrounding you Maybe it's your narrow-minded eyes 'Coz there's music in the city If your ear is to the ground Only nonbelievers Never hear a single sound This is a song not necessarily sweet I'll pa*s it on to folks that I never will meet And if my words don't make history Just call it hardcore poetry This is a song not necessarily sweet I'll pa*s it on to folks that I never will meet If my words don't make history Just call it hardcore poetry