I moved to the Bronx in the summer of '83my room looked 
down the yard at the DMV.
It may have been the trains that kept me awake, but I 
won't forget the night
that for boredom's sake
I stared out my window...
There you were fresh burning the line
tag my heart, you're the king on the inside.
Lee, sempre fa graffiti
I picked up a can in the winter of '83.
Threw up a bunch of times before you noticed me.
Now my chest feels like an aerosol rush,
I know I've got an insatiable crush and i'll get some 
sleep tomorrow...
For now I'm gonna piece the 5
tag your heart, i'm the queen on the inside.
Chi sempre farrà graffiti?
I fell out of grace when you found out my identity
just outside the yard at the DMV
it may have been your words that made my heart break
or the color of my skin that makes me a fake
and you moved out to the boroughs.
But now I hope we know what's right,
tag our hearts we're the same on the inside.
We still rule the city