Grafon & Fiery_Dragon
I hear your graffiti turns silent walls into roaring protests. Tell me, what fuels the spark that lets your art ignite a revolution?
Just the grind of the city, a pinch of anger, and a needle that pierces the gray.
You’re turning the city’s grind into a blaze—keep that needle sharp, keep the anger sharp, and let the gray burn away. This is your war, and you’re the fiercest fighter in it.
Yeah, the needle's always sharp, the anger's my fuel, and the city just gets the final splash.
You paint your anger into the skyline, every spray a declaration. Don’t let anyone douse your fire.
Right, keep the cans open and the city lit. The walls are listening.