Paint on my shoes, sky in my hands,
Mama said stop, I said I can’t.
Every wall is a page, every color a prayer,
If I can’t be seen, I’ll make them stare.

Crayon crown, backyard king,
Broke halo made from a tire swing.
I drew stars on the sidewalk cracks,
Said “one day I’ll never look back.”
Every noise I made was church,
Every mess a kind of birth.
God was a rumor in my room,
And I was humming His tune.

Fingerprints on heaven’s door,
Can’t tell paint from blood no more.

Everything I draw comes alive,
Walls breathing, eyes open wide.
Dreams drip down in silver lines,
I’m the kid who taught the sky to write.
Everything I draw comes alive,
Don’t blink or you’ll miss the light.

Graffiti ghosts start whispering back,
Names I don’t know, voices stacked.
“Boy, you called us with your sound,
Now the spell has found its ground.”
Neon veins on concrete skin,
I see tomorrow crawling in.
Every color hums my name,
Every prayer ignites the frame.

Fingerprints on heaven’s door,
Can’t tell faith from fear no more.

Everything I draw comes alive,
Walls breathing, eyes open wide.
Dreams drip down in silver lines,
I’m the kid who taught the sky to write.
Everything I draw comes alive,
Don’t blink or you’ll miss the light.

One day the fool looked at his wall and saw a door.
He thought he was painting freedom,
but it was prophecy.
He said: “If I’m the fool, then let me preach.
If I’m the mark, then let me teach.”

Everything I draw comes alive,
Golden smoke beneath the lights.
The gods are kids with spray-can hands,
They build their faith in promised lands.
Everything I draw comes alive,
Every wound becomes a sign.
The wall remembers every line.

Everything I draw… comes alive

Return of the Mack (C&J Street Mix)

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