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