ain't many amongst us votes
   none gives really a ******
it all goes so far to nowhere's
   when we exist for the next hit
the next drop o' rain
   washing away a lil' bit
of the excrement
    here in our cement
urban consequences
    wearin' red and blue
bandanas the closest we get
   to  families
what the ******* expect
    when you live in the sunrise
and your eyes see only black.
     Your posters  and surprises
come every four years.
     Our graffiti votes with shots.
And they come daily.