Elevated Streets

Concrete lines on the wall tell the story Trains overhead keep the

rhythm steady

Crate full of wax and a story to tell Street lights flicker

on the avenue (graffiti tags in the alley) Funk for the people (yeah)

For the people funk

Tags on the steel beams catching the light

Late night sessions in the basement glow

Digging through crates for the perfect break City pulse moving through the

veins

(underground edge)

Back with the force from the worn break

Lines painted bold in the midnight haze

Subway echoes in the pocket we made Stories from the crates never

fade