Longing souls, marking unclaimed territory
Drifting in and out of the periphery
Lost to history, neglected by those with power
Sifting through the hidden anger

Paint won’t heal the scars
Even when you’re looking at the stars
Taint the narrative, forge your own
Easel of our own design

Gentle strokes with blurred lines
Build up ghetto shrines
Gems embedded in the cement
Binge on the discontent

Hieroglyphs of the youth
Hidden messages beneath the truth
Heist words from a lost lexicon
Hingeless energy used as ammunition

Misdirected bravado
Sold as art nouveau
Mystique worth millions
Soberly placed under setting suns