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White Walls


Fuck it, white walls need color like blank pages need ink. I paint with words every where I go and that's what I intend to do, Graffiti, is meant to be every where from Africa to Berlin to University and Sterlin'. Everywhere you go you will be destined to find it. but we spend countless tax dollars to try and hide it. That's why I speak up to make a mark or two on your mind, I don't need plants to get high so don't ask all I really need is a pen and a pad so one day I can write my story on white walls
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