it’d be a poster to me, but some bitched “its all over the street!”
kid plugged into his creative outlet ‘n shocked both the extremes//
pussy politicians would push for prison…probably 20 years flat
to penalize a picture perfect paintin the public paused to peer at?//
‘its pollution!’ parlor moms pose arguments, just to harp ‘n mock
‘n then pitch their partially-smoked parliaments in the parkin-lot//
he aint purposely persuade packs of people to the particular game
they just found a wall, ‘n like an alliteration, all started the same//
pummeled with persecution…the painters were going thru a test
they were in their right mind, but most people only use their left//
so everything the artists posted was attacked ‘n called into focus
whats poetic justice? before the graffiti the walls went unnoticed//
media told the masses: its peer pressure parents, scold their asses
they’d follow him off a bridge, the day he starts taggin overpasses//
how trend setting was he? some people were swept off their feet!
he didnt just paint the town red… he painted it ready to read//
cuz dammit it wasnt damage! why’d anyone brand him a bandit?
he could manage to see an artistic side on the back of a canvass//
he cant even admit he did this, gets dismissed like sun-shines are
making a painting he cant claim, like a gift with an unsigned card//
to this day hes a name that isnt reppin a face, but u bet its okay
…its easier to see someone’s soul without their flesh in the way//
so the poet in him’ll keep going forever, and hopes eternities late
even though his intellectual property doesnt have a security gate//

this story’s not false… but i can easily explain how i planned it
this board was the wall, i was the he, and the name was dynamic//
vet to sensation, i wrote in present tense durin my text elevation
so my every piece would be an easy read for the next generation//
my shit’ll live- in the future read one or two spits, it’ll prove this
cuz behind the new shit theres always a blue print on how to do it//
someday a cat’ll say my ideas are old…he wasnt there at the start
‘n if he went backwards, what he calls an artifact was in fact a art//
some tried to copy my paintings, i wont say vengeance is sweet
but the most important prints they traced, were left with my feet//
we’re all graffiti artists! wit a made-up name to decoy a real sense
and with a creativity that’s priceless to the point you feel spent//
i’ll be gone by day break, if im remembered i got ya’ll to thank
the name was nasdaq,
…will it paint a picture or will you draw a blank?

....thanks for reading....

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