SaXoR - Graffiti-Writer
Detta är min första text på engelska. Ge gärna kritik. Dom jag visat den för tycker den var bra.
(Obs: Detta har inte inträffat på riktigt..)
Vers 1
He was a big graffiti-writer, in 2004
He was that kind of guy, who always wanted more
What happened wasn’t planed, that’s one thing for sure
But graffiti is what were living and what we dying for
My friend was very crazy, he was completely insane
It was winter and the station was filled with ice and rain
It went so fast, he felt no pain
He slipped and fell right in front of the train
I couldn’t believe my eyes, I started to cry
And I couldn’t believe, that my best just died
The other guys kept running, yelling at me to move
But I was in a chock and all my thoughts stated to rove
It felt like the blood stopped flow in my veins
Wish I didn’t have that feeling every time I see some trains
That day on the station, an involuntary slaughter
All the people walked around in the blood-filled water
Verse 2
It was an early December morning when I called my older friends
Asking they to do a panel, I had the best confidence
They said they be right here, in their big black vans
And we went by the store Home Boy to pick up some cans
We droved to the central station and filled our bags with all the stuff
Last check on the paper-sketches the peace should had been rough
We started to spray, like we never had done a crime
But we never finished, were chased like in the old times
The police or CSG, always they tried to hang on
But in a minute maybe two, we were completely gone
Writing on walls, was lot of fucking fun
Until this day when the cops arrive and we just started to run
Out on the train-station, filled with rain, ice n’ slush
We wanted to catch the train, and were in a rush
The train started to move, and I say it one more time
My best friend died, because of our “just-for-fun” crime