Grafiitti - a child of Hip-Hop

this one was an attempt of storytelling.

entitled: CallOfTheWall

so i creep down the street

like a slinky i slunk.

bumpin biggie smalls that machine gun funk

down to do the deed now in pickin up speed

pray to the gods of graph for my feet they lead.

i freeze

funny feelin in my gut

and i dont know why

wait

what is that i see in the corner of my eye

black and white car with the lights on top

awwwwww shiiiiiiit thats a mutha fuggin cop

how do i explain the back pack and the hoodie with the paint stains

naw its cool ill just say i was walkin home from school that wont work, yeah right

who walks home from school 3 oclock at night

the car comes closer hes got me in his sight that very seconed i dam near died of fright

the car keeps going my blood keeps flowing

the cop cointinues to pass then dam i see break lights!

i turn around and dash movin quick fast like the flash

runnin like......well runnin like the cops was chasin my ass.

dip around the corner lookin to see if he gave chase hoping and praying he didnt see my face

i guess he was too full of donuts

he didnt give pursuit

checkin my bag grinnin cuz i still got the loot .

but know im paranoid and walking like a sketso twitchin and jumpin behind bushes

every time i hear the wind blow.

finally the journey is over i arrive to answer the call of the wall

you see i hear the wall cry its sad because its so boring and plain and dry

but when i arrive i hear the wall give out i long relieved sigh (long relived sigh)

when i reach into my bag and come up double fisted the wall is pleased to see what i came equip with

i throw on the fat cap and make the krylon scream all my pent up emotions flowin out

in nice steady stream i squeze that can till its very last breath then i hold in

and reminise on how great it was to hold ya remove my hat and honer another fallen

soilder place it by my feet as another addition to the krylon can cemetery

but i cant stop know im almost done its a must yo gotta grab the rusto

i transfer life onto the wall

give it a persinality of its own threw the paint i give it my own blood

it starts to resemble me like a clone.

the wall thanks me

theres nothing left for me to do but begin the treck home.

two days later i go to check up on my new friend

as soon as i arrive

i relize what happened and my heartbeat fall

where before i saw a mirror

now is just an ugly blank wall

as much as it hurts there is nuthin i can do but sigh

and as i turn to walk away i hear the wall cry.