Up north

It was the last days of summer, sun shinin' thrue 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/
Cus 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...

Chorus: You know graffiti won't die/
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...

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

Bridge:
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 Tone Def 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...

Chorus