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Seven shadows on the wall where the streetlights bend,

Spray cans hissin’ secrets only alleys comprehend.

Paint-stained fingers, knuckles cracked from the cold,

Chasin’ colors in the dark, tryna feel bold.

Neon drips on the bricks, whole city my page,

Tag my name, cross it out, that’s a phase of the rage.

Mind floatin’ sideways, head full of fog,

Lookin’ for a spark in the smog and the smirk of the gods.

Seven days in a week but I live in the night,

Lucky number on my chest like I’m rollin’ the dice.

Chemicals whisper lies, say “you’re fine, you’re free,”

But the mirror in the puddle keeps lookin’ at me.

Sirens sing harmony, bassline of the block,

Heartbeat sync with the click-clack shake of the rock.

Art on the run, yeah the risk is the thrill,

Tryna write my truth before the world stands still.

Seven… count it… scars, bars, stars in the grime,

Every line on the wall just a line in my mind.

From the gutter to the sky, see the dream get leavened,

Concrete prayers go up—signed, sealed, Seven.