I painted these walls with my heart,
I shingled this roof,
And built a home for you,
Since we were just youths,

But it came to an end,
Abruptly, in violence,
So I'll strip all this paint off,
And repaint it in silence,

Now it's private property,
I ain't who I got to be,
Do what you will-
but you ain't stopping me,
I'll paint over these walls-
Even if it's dropping me,
These corners are sharper,
Too jagged, they popping me,


Cause I ain't backing down,
Know what I'm about,
Cause a home is where you can-
Tell people to get out!