I am a graffiti artist.

I found here my wall.

In between myself,

And the outside world.

Sometimes they thinking it’s a gang thing and try to hook me that way.

Walking by me the lyrics to their songs in my head.

Short clips of long words.

Noth Ing Got Brok En In Half.

A whole bunch of lies I say to that.

I ain’t no doing that makin for them here.

This wall is for me.

I says my own thing.

I says it up close for you.

My lines ain’t straight.

Sometimes I gotta run em, like I do.

Gotta get away, case they catch me.

I says is my wall, but it ain’t so.