I ain’t laughing cause I am so graffiti, written on the walls of every membrane that ever felt sane enough to reframe me, Paint me a jumble of your tags to contain me, I’ve been sprayed on every Bronx building wall since I was a baby but lately my home’s made me crazy, craving to Piccasso myself and just be free, through the aqueducts, train stations, and the door keys, spilling in between your breath, death, and your coffee

Caffeine’s free but I bet it’ll cost me, every nerve ending change cup homeless toss me,

Synapse break the sleep cycle way too often, we insomniacs wake the lights from their coffins. The apple feeding worms, broken skin softened, negative beat from a NYC pulsing, it goes boom bop, boom bop, boom bop, I bounce the mac miller but it seems your not, I’m not a Pittsburgh kid but I’m still hot,

Pit needed new ingredients so I melting pot, brought the flavor and the hot rocks, burned these words to a crisp, mom look what I got,

A brand new mission with the vocab spitting, as if this was my new direction from the sandlot, damn Pops

I didn’t realize we were cereal killing but I lost track of meals after feeding all the children

They go where’s the rest of these rhymes you be stewing, brewing, unveiling for our viewing pleasure

whenever we get tired of these rap heads giving pressure,

They’re buried deep down after losing muse because I left her.

Made me scare all of my songbirds away like Sylvester,

"Well sir I’m sorry to hear your view on life is unusual due to changing climates of heart, But its suitable to re-jumpstart the art."

So collect your spray cans and your paintbrush swatches,
were going through town to find our fingers offspring
springing forth from our minds cement gardens.

I never claimed to be pardoned for my destiny,
But that’s why I’m so graffiti,
they never know where to paint me
so they save me,
silently stored in every NYC design as a baby
So come find me…