Rooftop Mural

Artists are one in a hundred

I am one as I write this ballad

Legally we aren’t given this freedom

Illegal the city’s our kingdom

Running from red and blue lights

Searching for my canvas during the night

It’s difficult for a tagger to paint

It’s an addiction that I can’t restraint

With a can in hand

I try to figure out my master plan

Finally found the perfect canvas

Spraying the wall I feel fearless

Taking my time

With the contents under pressure

I try to remain clever

With the perfect crime

Removing the mask

Finished with my artistic task

Smiling upon my creation

I remain steadily in motion

Looking for my next mural

I consider myself the city’s artistic hero