It was the last days of summer, sun shinin' through the window
Life movin' real slow, you know how things go
His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
as he turned up the volume on the hot new single
from Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo, the graffyouth
from the grassroots. He came from Sweden too
felt proud when he played his new friends the latest tunes
(Check this shit out man!) That he had to download
'Cause his local recordstore was on the other side of the globe
They didn't carry the stuff, but he felt it was ok to do
He spread the Troop's message all the way to Australia, dude
and man that couldn't be wrong
when Long Arm and Freedom Fighters were his fuckin' theme songs
in the headphones those nights he spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush, when he entered the lay up, singin...


You know graffiti won't die
No it won't
Because these walls don't lie
I'm dedicatin' this piece
He said, to those DVSG's...

And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
mimicking the king Rick the Ruler's manners
fresh dressed in his newest shoes and flannels
then began lettin' off with the loosest cannons
figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
but when they see it all they see is just a gruesome scandal
erasin' all signs of life, callin the youth some vandals
They can't handle the truth so that's how the truth is handled
Deep into the music and his art man, his true love
didn't even notice when the train pulled up
and before the bloodstains faded or the engine cooled off
that very same train hit another writer: Olaf
on a different continent though: Europe
but then they came to the same place that I'm sure of
In this world people always looked upon them as a terror
but now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...

Graffiti writers won't die
I'm tellin' ya
Because these walls don't lie
I'm dedicatin' this song
to those gone, your memory live on

I know a lot of people including myself get uncomfortable
when people including myself get emotional
but I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all
Man I still got love for graffiti culture though
a lot of people including myself get uncomfortable
when people including myself get emotional
but I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all
Man I still got love for graffiti culture though

A lot changed from the days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today, lost like a freakin' tourist
and I don't claim to know much, all I really know is
we were 17 once actin' like we were immortals
Fearin' no evil, people said we had no morals
That's fine, their corrupt world it really wasn't for us
We just laughed at the bullshit names that they called us
hated us, we hated them and both sides found out what a war is
We were winning in the beginning then found out ˜bout the horrors
Don't get me wrong my love a hundred percent, no less
and peace to my people, we grow with the knowledge
I bite Tonedeff same time I'm payin' homage
to cats from South Africa, writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France and Germany, up north
Still the same rapper tellin' cops to fuck off
and all my writers: Survive! This my love song to y'all...

You know, graffity won't die
Beause these walls don't lie
To all my people world wide
All my wirters, survive