Over there
on the tracks
spraypaints that came off the racks.
We sneak
we peek
check
see
if there's heat.
Get paintin.
Get up.
Get finished.
Oh shit!
Move your feet.
Vandal squad is up and sprintin,
No time to nod it's time to start squintin,
as your eyes get watery
from the cold that seems so fiery.
Jump!
The gate,
run from the fate
of getting caught
And taught
a lesson
of writing
the exciting
defying
graffiti.
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