It's June 16, 2024, 06:03:47 AM
lyrical graffiti, ghost of Eazy E and blondie,livin in infamy,penniless poet preachin to empty streets,dark nights I highlight my calligraphysome Arabic letters and a number that represents to me,some beautiful writing for me to walk by and see,my words are lyrical vandalism fuckin up yur cityshittin on your shitty believesa style traped in 80's style warsagainst these rapper whoreswho want fans to worship them morethey spittin in faces of fanbasesso instead my place is just blendin in with these streetscause I aint seen origionality since probably da days of SEENheard he's now a tatoo artistand even crazy legs I heard is strugglinggues life just aint bubbly,but when its me its just me and my graffitimy late night pen, gettin my name up again and againEscapin barriers its freedom on the public transportinside the steal, feel way real man, Im feelin IRIE