The streets become a gallery
The brick grows life
The mist of art lingers
On fingers
On clothesÂ
Street artÂ
Cutting out the middle man
Too easyÂ
To be illegalÂ
A finger push awayÂ
From a master pieceÂ
A plain White canvas
Of red and grey
Brick morphs into
A stage
Where you openly speak your opinionÂ
Without stutter
Without second thoughtsÂ
Street art is
Bold
BraveÂ
And to some
The only way to speak their mind
Butterflies And a stomach punching
Sense of reality
Eyes peering from everywhere
For a moment Everyone is your enemyÂ
With eyes that see your destruction
With intentionsÂ
Always badÂ
Cars pass by to lock you
To take away your words
What happenedÂ
to freedom of speech?
The brick grows life
The mist of art lingers
On fingers
On clothesÂ
Street artÂ
Cutting out the middle man
Too easyÂ
To be illegalÂ
A finger push awayÂ
From a master pieceÂ
A plain White canvas
Of red and grey
Brick morphs into
A stage
Where you openly speak your opinionÂ
Without stutter
Without second thoughtsÂ
Street art is
Bold
BraveÂ
And to some
The only way to speak their mind
Butterflies And a stomach punching
Sense of reality
Eyes peering from everywhere
For a moment Everyone is your enemyÂ
With eyes that see your destruction
With intentionsÂ
Always badÂ
Cars pass by to lock you
To take away your words
What happenedÂ
to freedom of speech?
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