Hardcore Poetry

It depends on who is looking at the tenement walls
 Whether he's coming home or passing through
 You can walk the streets and find so much to criticize
 But that would be the easy thing to do
 'Cause there's beauty in the concrete
 If you see it with your heart
 The side walls only hurt you
 If you hate them from the start
 This is a song not necessarily sweet
 I'll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
 And if my words don't make history
 Just call it hardcore poetry
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 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
 'Cause there's music in the city
 If your ears is to the ground
 Only nonbelievers never ear a single sound
 This is a song not necessarily sweet
 I'll pass it on to folks that I never will meet
 And if my words don't make history
 Just call it hardcore poetry
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 And if my words don't make history
 Just call it hardcore poetry
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