A hunger for color Scratching the walls Something from nothing Like a natural call Acrylic, high pressure Synthetic, by no measure Adrenaline in a can Reminiscent of ancient treasure No gas, no brakes No brain, no headaches No shit, I’m lit, a fighter I don’t believe in deep fakes I’m real, I’m fit, a writer I like to do it in a single take At night I transform Lines and form, a blurry storm A cyclone, of my home Sounds of spray, hands worn Acrylic, high pressure Synthetic, by no measure Adrenaline in a can Reminiscent of ancient treasure No gas, no brakes No brain, no headaches No shit, I’m lit, a fighter I don’t believe in deep fakes I’m real, I’m fit, a writer I like to do it in a single take It will change your life If you find trouble Ten foot tall, it’s a call Pink metallic wet bubbles As a piece comes into focus Impermanent here just like us Acetone, toluene, xylene Artist, agitator, lurking supreme Wild style and lettering All temporary strings The system is all wrong Bad is all the right things Acrylic, high pressure Synthetic, by no measure Adrenaline in a can Reminiscent of ancient treasure No gas, no brakes No brain, no headaches No shit, I’m lit, a fighter I don’t believe in deep fakes I’m real, I’m fit, a writer I like to do it in a single take It will change your life If you find trouble Ten foot tall, it’s a call Pink metallic wet bubbles As a piece comes into focus Impermanent here just like us Acetone, toluene, xylene Artist, agitator, lurking supreme Writers, bombers, Unstoppable crews… Love letters that drip On the canvas of you…
