Remove the krylon top, I live in the night facing down bare walls
Brick and concrete, they transform into canvas before my eyes
Trucks, trains, and signs; you can even find me in bathroom stalls
I move in silence blending in under the moonlight above
Traversing city street’s and alleys with my bag in hand
Sketchbook and spray cans, this is what you call love
My name has no meaning, I’m known under my alias
I spread through whispers and hushed tones of admiration
Respect and accusation even beyond my hometown radius
I am a graffiti artist, an underground modern day knight
Persecuted by politicians and painted over on sight
But as one is censored two more will appear with light
Because while the world sleeps I will be painting every night
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