Spray paint rolling and spilling liquid
Vandalizing a mothers hope
Or showing what's inside his cry
A picture for his empty mind
Take a look what will you find
Letters of graffiti spelling
Help...
Drugs spilling down each letter
Getting addicted to the style

Drug dealers in trench coats
Opening wide to see a different galaxy
A different world many wish to journey
Vain an endless road
****** riding along the pathway

Comics books become heros'
Saving the little kids from magazines
Not the paper one
But the one that slides into pistols
And carrying one can make you feel like everyone's a bad guy

TV becomes a distraction from the gun shots outside our window
And inside everybody is shaking in their own skin
Wondering if today brings another drive by

A little boy looking out the window for his father
His father left nothing behind
But the boy believes he forgot something
Or he is lost and trying to find his way back
And he is praying for superman to save him
Or for superman to save the little boy

This boy doesn't know how to cope with the heart ache
So he shows it with vandalism
A word that says help
That gets dusted with sprinkles of crack
He becomes addicted to the style
Showing the world that their are different galaxy's
Places he doesn't like but he's addicted to the style
His mother's hope vandalized
He is sorry but he is in a different world
Come into his mind
And find the sentence
That's covered in crack
"Help... I'm addicted to the style"