Just you look at me, man,
Stompin' down the street
My crombie stuffed with biceps
My boots is filled with feet.
Just you hark to me, man,
When they call us out
My head is full of silence
My mouth is full of shout.
Just you watch me move, man,
Steady like a clock
My heart is spaced on blue beat
My soul is stoned on rock
Just you read my name, man,
Writ for all to see
The walls is red with stories
The streets is filled with me.
-Gareth Owen
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