Graffiti On A Tuesday Night (p.3)

See, in this world I portal to... Hip hop is a dimension on its separate self...  So here cats cannot separate the art from self. In a nutshell, just to climb out of the ambiguity... And place my pen on the paper for the first time just to get to the point. I need you to Open your 3rd eye and see through this link of telepathy... That which exists within me.  I Hold cans and markers close to Source, So,each time I contemplate a tagg I'd dip in Gods mind... Picking his brain. Back on earth, thats Called acts of vandalism,  But here we keep the writing infinite like cursive, So from Source's DNA I grace you with his cosmic blood stain. With different nozzles, I stain the fabric of time and left a track for trains of thought That were mummified by deep scars from angry graffiti artist Stop the violence of vandal squads! This art needs no healing. So here comes the Ink revolution The city's walls are left with paint blisters The rioting Ink society, bringing forth the revolution with intelligent art. So the next seed could hold aerosols that'll paint into eternity. Till sun sets, Into the constant light of night The artistic nocturnal will awaken souls, to the mood the sun sets. Moon dust oozing from glitter pens To capture celestial photography. In timeless dimensions, See through 3D and dilate eyes... When we drew graffit through the surfaces of our black books. Don't be confused like wildstyle Keep it real... Its only a dream. Which I don't have to wake up from.