Graff Life - Literates

I rock a dark hoodie when I walk these streets

A scribe with streaks no heat my steps discrete

Brass knuckles for these suckers with beef

I need graffiti in cities surrounding to make my life complete

I used to see it as an ignorant act of turf marking

Till my man Bruce showed me the journey that he embarked in

I started sparking shots with flames, names, to gain some shine

Some followed but stopped in due time

Just another fad for summer was the thing to do

But I seen it as 12 ounces of soul that I could escape through

I hate crews who bang with straps

They bust caps on cats who catch tags in the wrong neighbourhood they at

But that’s a part of the game, the graff life

The rush of adrenaline you feel running from police lights

It’s these nights that remind us why we do it

Up for school in a few hours reaking of paint fluid

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I like to spray the walls with Krylon

Walk streets on your block in the night… and get my write on

Rock top to bottoms, flare tips and fat tips we got em

That name was everywhere until that guy shot him

Artistic vandal.

meet the highway damagers

To get up on those freeway signs, you need stamina

Never ever worried about getting crossed out

If I catch you writing over me, you get knocked out

I never get sick of the smell of paint liquid

Graffiti’s been around since the days of heiroglyphics

Forget about one time

Cover land like sunshine

Tag every bus, every street, every sign

A juvenile delinquent with many bad habits

I carried mean streaks

Fat markers and backpacked it

If you don’t know hiphop, I bet you can’t stand this

The everyday Picasso, the streets is my canvas