the endless cycle, up all night, writing my name, attempt insight, longing in darkness, and blushing in light, searching for something, to make something right. anxious, creative, the feeling is trife. intoxication is mechanic, cause im up all night. blown by the wind, through-out my whole life with nothing but dakness, to make the day light. searching fo something, to make nothing right. words, endlessly spoken, but they dont mean shit. without darkness and light, to make meaning of it. Lost and broken, words that are spoken to you and to me , the human condition, words have no value, without being written. The things that we miss, the people forgotten, like squirells in a tree, whos trunk has gone rotten. waiting to plummet, hopping your branch breaks last, so you can watch those above you, fall to the grass. the jaded focus, to what? were not sure. cause we're up all night , and there is no cure.
there was a man from china, who was a graffiti writa, he lsipped on a rock and chopped off his cock, an now hes got a vagina..
6 cans of paint/ a bag of tips/ima gunna spray dis shit, until it drips/peice by piece cover the wall/ use those cans till theres nuttin left at all/that s watcah gota do as a graffiti artist/ to expose ureself as da 1 who went the farthest/ the 1 who made his shit da most intriquit and complex/ enchanting pasterby with this visual hex/ laid upon the streets like an overcasting shadow/ lurking in alleys and multiplying with a rattle/ the shake of a can, held by a vandal/ this is life, graffiti in itself/a hip hop element u can buy on da shelf/ u dont have to make it, compose it or construct it/ u just have to use it, the way uninstructed/ the way which politicians and policemen scorn/ but as u push on the nozzle, remember art is being born.
theres a freestyle topic already... but heres mine before they close this.... i once had a can of rust-oleum.... i went to paint and had to hide from a partol -man.... i went to my spot and got my can but i forgot my cap.. then i saw "bustoleum" and slapped him with my nut sacks..
hi, my name is joe i got a wife and three kids and i work in a button factory one day my boss came to me and said Joe are you busy? i said no he said push the button with your right hand......
pssss pssss the spray paint goes pssss pssss I be fucking my hoes pssss pssss its still going pssss pssss yo i be sitting here and my bitch be blowin pssss pssss im almost done pssss pssss Yo I told the bitch im gonna cum.. I know I know..I have a talent..