Hood up, ski mask over my face

A backpack full of spray paint

Time to light up the place

About to claim another unmarked territory

No one in sight, no one to fight to attain the glory

Every time I try to describe the feeling

I picture Michelangelo looking at a blank ceiling

And this bridge is my Sistine Chapel

A place to break free from society's grapple

Clean slate, fresh start, blank canvas

Changed heart, new lover to dance with

Bridge to bridge, story to story

But I never regret or forget what each did for me

R.O.I. so rewarding

But the businessman doesn't see it worth extorting

To money, is where they try to lead me

But I measure success in terms of downtown graffiti



They don't treat me as Picasso

You'll find that we're one in the same once you connect the dots, though

Just because I don't paint the same style

Doesn't mean I have to change my shoes to walk another mile

After all, they still fit me pretty well

When I fall, they still lift me up to give my city hell

Built to last, still filled with class

Meant for the concrete jungle and broken glass

They still think that they're killing me

Still feel the need to breed more hostility

I live for this

Aerosol fuels the fire

Your rain cannot contain my electricity in the wire

So, please be my guest to deceive me

A plate full of hate and I'm still saying, “feed me”

A vandal—that's how they all perceive me

But check out the beauty of my downtown graffiti



It's not just art, it's architecture

You're standing on the bridge that I designed for the art lecture

It's versatility; test my capabilities

Your glass bubble doesn't show the endless possibilities

You're on the sidelines following the guidelines

Your philosophy on life does not allow you to define mine

Still think it's all folklore

Well step in to understand what the metaphor stands for

Take some time, see yourself as the artist

You might see what it's like to be a part of this

So come and meet me

I'll be feeding the needy

Just look around downtown for my graffiti