Aesop Rock - 6B Panorama lyrics

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
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
Cashing their 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 dames 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 fuck 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 Similac, 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 talents
I see a crack in the sidewalk
A slide show of sick civilians
Gripping bottles like idiots
Sitting inside bent meridians
There's a fun house ooh, a sun spout
Spraying yellow beams above
Yellow back dreams
And children in the hydrants
Hybrids, I see sirens
The wall to the glamor standard
A dead bird, a red curb
A bus stop where commuters wait to have
Their souls towed off to work
I see the slapdash habit's
Of bike messengers pausing
To huff that good leaf on the
Way to damage packages for peddlers
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