"Penciled Graffiti"I walk a path paved in penciled graffiti,
Where outlined music notes Amuse my anecdotes, I walk with break beats in my blood, With brain waves pounding bass drums, I got liquid 808 fingertips And lips Malted with cross fade grins To spin surges of synergy Out of bottled up battles, Even my baby rattles Used to shake with rhythm. Wars Should pause for music. The power of harmonic symphony Just pimpin me, Creeping up through cracked sidewalks, Wrapping shadows around legs, Up hips to necks As it grabs, Just pimpin me, A dance floor whore with Peace in and of mind, In circles of 32 Note by note, That lump of emotion In my throat Could choke, With neon freedom. Maybe it’s a pipe dream, That we could put down the guns And rave to the drums, That even silencers will be silent, And the smell of gun powder Will squander for an hour, That there will be a day with no death, A day free of neurotic nail biting mothers Holding their breath, That their children will walk our land again, A day that suicide bombs Won’t detonate, That cries of loss and sadness Won’t resonate, A day that we won’t decimate, Our own race, The human race Maybe it’s a pipe dream, But that’s my pipe dream. I’ve spanned seas to see, That music brings harmony, I’ve danced among An African diplomat named Ife, Which means love, A Polish carpenter named Sebastian, Which means dignity, A Vietnamese banker named Ly, Which means Lion, And collectively, We, Were individuals, Smiling to that same pumping beat, That, Break beat, That brain wave pounding bass drum, That strum laced With a graceful hum, Making our race numb, There was no color, There was no history Because my history Won’t dictate me, Not that its non existent, Not that I’m resistant To believe that people hate Because of the past, But I understand personalities, And believe Everyone deserves a fair shot At being an individual Everyone deserves that music, Everyone deserves to have That path paved in penciled graffiti, Where outlined music notes, Amuse their anecdotes, Everyone deserves to feel Break beats in their blood, And brain waves pounding bass drums, Those liquid 808 fingertips And lips Malted with cross fade grins That spin surges of synergy, Everyone deserves what we have to offer, Everyone deserves, To dance to their own break beat Of peace 
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