Cans rattling, night's our canvas, city sleeps
Tags and throw-ups, our voice on streets
Walls whisper stories, colors speak loud
Urban artistry, standing proud, not bowed
Cops on patrol, we fade like ghosts
Quick strokes, leaving our boasts
Alleys and tunnels, our gallery space
Art for the masses, not locked in place
Spray paint dreams, concrete visions
Breaking rules, making decisions
From abandoned lots to busy corners
We're the city's artistic transformers
Graffiti life, paint runs through our veins
Street art culture, breaking chains
Walls our canvas, alleys our stage
Writing history on every page
Started with markers, simple tags
Now full murals, no more snags
Styles evolving, wild and free
From subway cars to gallery
Some call it vandalism, we disagree
It's expression, setting creativity free
Reclaiming spaces, giving life to gray
Colors bloom where decay held sway
Buff squads come, try to erase
But we're back, leaving our trace
It's more than art, it's revolution
Street-level visual evolution
From Basquiat to Banksy, legends rise
Underground to mainstream, opening eyes
Stencils, wheat paste, spray can dreams
We're the voice of silent screams
Graffiti life, paint runs through our veins
Street art culture, breaking chains
Walls our canvas, alleys our stage
Writing history on every page
City's pulse, in every line we draw
Raw expression, beyond the law
Street art lives, can't be contained
Our legacy, forever stained
In concrete jungles, our colors fly
Telling stories that never die
Graffiti souls, forever free
Painting futures for all to see