Giving your all, the walls of the world more colorful are.

Going down dimly lit alleys, finding marking of the territorial gangs gives me to quicken my pace.

Will there be a rumble yet this night, does a man wait to take me at my back and gouge me through with knife giving my blood to spatter the gutters…

Where heaped up beggars beg for a smoke and inquire, have you a couple o' dollar to spare, just a couple o' dollar? Please just a couple o' dollar...

Giving your all, the walls of the world more colorful are.

Going by the school yard gate, peering and listenen' in, finding the young 'ens at play.

Gots their chalk in rainbow hues, chalking out the game called hop scotch … couple more year, just a couple more year, not long you know, just a couple more year and will these young 'ens as they turn towards the years of teen hop trade in their gleeful ways and rather find the bottle of scotch..

Giving your all, the walls of the world more colorful are.

Can't understand not one little bit why all in a fuss and in a rage those become who considers graffiti to be something so hideous and who constantly they go about resurfacing the walls of the world with a paint so beige, so beige, so boringly beige…

Life Flows on.