Graffiti Cemetary

歌詞

Art. What is it? Asking quizzically What's this? A bottle in front of me Grinding feeling rougher than the norm Throw a tape of the quiet storm Flash dreams 'bout the last birth of a nation In genes beneath the last stop at station A culture, buried at subway here No wonder some people are called the devil But God favors those with the biggest cannon And even killers of the culture need a companion Spare nothing 'bout quarter nor sugar for dime Woe to the conquered in the face of the crime Better chillin' on a ledge catchin' tropical breeze Than in jail coppin' sexually transmitted diseases And lost like craft of many or most In a mediocre world no need to boast Green Blue switch lights Blackness cut by blinding white headlights Silence and peace of art treasures hidden away Between stations Stillness framed by cold metal angles Ghost stop sculptures of Strobe light animation When trains pass by Exuberant zig zag of calligraffiti Comes alive in this modern city Like ancient cave paintings transformed to this day Buried alive, left to decay Like a gem in the mud never ceasing to shine Surrounded by people this moment is mine Ancient hieroglyphics of our day Burst alive in a surprising display of Sparks flying through strange incantation Girders choke light causing strobe light claymation On the Writing on the wall in this lonely shrine Train passes by but this moment can't be denied Brooding energy ready to explode at any time Brightens up my day riding the subway Same as my craft tries to awaken the hidden and lost Graffiti cemetery locked away in your heart and mind