Shake it, shake it
The spray paint can
Shake it, shake it
Glass bottles on the fingertips
Clink, clink, clink
Come out, come out
The sharpshooter
An art warrior ghost
Come out to spray
Brick, wood and concrete canvases
Creative with textures
Unique with colors
Twisting innovative shapes
Into the realest designs
No need for a hand
Breathe deep, that motif
Enter, it’s locked
Driven by motive
It’s going where no man can
The key has been swallowed
By the one and only
Who knows all one can
Is he beast or man
Neither, nor, a combination
A man with millions of hands
A centipede with an abnormally large
Right side of the brain
Rocking lightning and thunder
With pots and pans
There must be more
Paint, the resource
The sharpshooter
Opening wider the door
Come out and spray
Bob Dylan of shapes
The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous
Hendrix of paint
The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous
Come out and spray
You dig, it digs, SS fires
Sprays his plan from a can
Reaching inside souls
Pick pocketing their cries
With his hands bent behind his back
Their eyes climb
Graffiti tree tags
Branch after branch
Brick after brick
As they stare at the walls
It shines on the surface
It shines beneath
It’s taken way too easily
They think they understand
It’s much more deep
Come out to spray
The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous
With each brick, a branch
Each line, a leaf
The overall picture is planting seeds
That drop as acorns
Onto concrete sidewalks
The faultless graffiti, faultless tress
Created by the anonymous one
Come out and spray
Bob Dylan of shapes
The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous
Hendrix of paint
The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous
Come out and spray
Spread the aim, the mission
Quick to fire, half a second
From backpack to the grasp of five fingers
Painting a masterpiece
Implement critical thinking
Cause the bricks are sinking
In the depth of the thick paint
The people are all drinking
Layered, covering, never smothering
Spray cans the weapon
Paint the ammunition
Peace and dreams the difference
The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous
Un-holster, spray paint can in hand
He’s calling, the walls are calling
DC, Chicago, NYC, LA are all calling
Come out and spray
