Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For

Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For No One Is Power.

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

I Remember The People I Knew In Prison; I Was Very Fortunate To Know Them - They Came From 1910, 1920, 1930.

The Judge Said I Was A Menace To Society Because I Had Put Crime On A Scientific Basis.

My Father Took Me Back Home, Back To Greenwich Village, And He Thought By Taking Me Out Of The Orphanage He'd Be Out Of The World War Too. But No Way - They Got Him Anyway. He Went In The Navy And Then I Lived On The Streets.