Fuck air,
My pen is my life's connection,
ink bombin wall's got everybody's attention,
ski mask, hoddies; no robbery just reflection,
an art' seen as crime by ignorant prepotentius,
bastard's now as i,
intrude the room,
i refuse to be pursued so my movement's is smooth,
quick, strike, bike, dip, & im gone,
mural left on a wall, to be the envy of all.
(Written by me)
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