Tommie Rose & Owen - Graffiti

2 O'clock in the dark
Colors in my backpack
Filthy pants, cause my hands just touched that
Bricks ain't safe, high pressure needed to correct that
Probably catch the kid vandalizing, if you call it that
No wonder you look Stevie when i'm drawing that
Call triple digits if it's no cultural artifact
But it's art, in fact, I put my all in that
Alot hours sculpting and carvin at
A piece of me and Just as easily you put a mark on that
Hate me for it
Probably wouldn't be a problem if you payed me for it
Treat my like a criminal, Now my brains distorted
Gladly put it somewhere else, but i can't afford it
Hate me for it
Now i'm running
Sirens Every where, dogs barking like they hunting
I can't look back, my adrenaline is pumping
Fearing for my own fucking safety of assumptions
Way to Treat the Youth, yeah you must feel acomplished
Get taken like i killed somebody
I can't sleep a night in juvie, cause i have a hobby
My Problems staking up, trynna get some intel out me
I don't say a word, cause i'm an artist and i say it Proudly
Sorry that I express myself in a stranger way
But interrogating me in a room where the killer stay
Spoken to like i been on trail for inflicting major pain
While the kid was on the Street not dealing drugs but spraying paint
Hate me for it
Probably wouldn't be a problem if you payed me for it
Treat my like a criminal, Now my brains distorted
Gladly put it somewhere else, but i can't afford it
Hate me for it

Written by:
Tommie Roos

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