if you was living in the projects, broke and no light on.
what would you do to get out? or do you even want to get out?
from no toys to play
TO
THE BX..
is not that i dont want to get out of here but this street made me
this is what i am..
instead of me selling or using drugs i was busy bombing{graffiTi}.....
so i can say that graffiti was save my life because the same people that
ask me to smoke and sell right now they are not with us, must of then are dead
the rest in prison. and the writers i bomb with still are going to school.
in fact some of then are in art shool now. but then again they will never stop bombing.

you tell me is this art to you?
well is not like i care cause i do what i do and i know why i do it...
why everyone expect people to have the same dreams?
why we judge people for the action and not the situation we live in?
why we spent money shit that we realy dont need?
why black people had to be the one being slave and not the whites?
why build more jail less school cause we under attact?
why do with follow some laws that are so corrupted?
why graffi is not at tittle as art?
why dont we smile at death and cry at birth?
why cause i am hispanic they spent so less from me?
why people remember the bad and not the good?
why jesus christ is never play be a black/hispanic actor?
why i will never stop doing graffiti?
why they are so much racism in this world?
come on tell me why?