Drophope & Shizik
You ever think a cracked wall is just a story that needs a spray can or a poem to finish it? I’m trying to paint one that tells the city’s forgotten dreams. Maybe you could write the verses?
A cracked wall, a silent scream, paint it bright—
Let the city’s forgotten dreams drip like ink,
I’ll whisper verses, a pulse beneath the paint,
Every line a shout, every brushstroke a rally cry.