These Walls Don't Lie
Promoe Lyrics

It was the last days of summer
The story begins in the waning days of summer

Sun shinin' through the window
Sunlight streams through the window

Life movin' real slow
Life slows down during summer days

You know how things go
Things are the same as usual

His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
The artist's street name is Bingo

As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
He turns up the volume to listen to a new single

From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
Looptroop is his favourite rap group

He loved how they represented him yo
He identifies with Looptroop's message

The graffyouth from the grassroots
Looptroop represents the graffiti youth

He came from Sweden too
The artist is from Sweden

Felt proud when he played
He is proud to share Looptroop's music

his new friends the latest tunes
He shares new music with his friends

Cause his local recordstore
His local record store doesn't sell Looptroop's music

Was on the other side of the globe
The record store is far away

They didn't carry the stuff
The record store doesn't have the music he wants

But he felt it was okay to do
He feels that sharing the music is justified

He spread the Troop's message
He shares Looptroop's message

All the way to Australia, dude
He shares Looptroop's music with someone in Australia

And man that couldn't be wrong
He doesn't feel guilty for sharing the music

When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
He identifies with Long Arm and Freedom Fighters

Were his fuckin' theme songs
Their songs resonate with him

In the headphones those nights
He listens to music on headphones at night

He spent when he stayed up
He stays up late listening to music

Adrenaline Rush
The music gives him a rush of adrenaline

When he entered the lay up, singin...
He sings as he enters a layup spot

You know graffiti won't die, die
Graffiti culture will never die

No, it won't, aha
It won't disappear

Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)
The truth is in the graffiti on the walls

Come on
Join in the chorus

I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha
He is dedicating this song

He said, to those DVSG's
He dedicates this to those who write graffiti

And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
He enters a space with a smile and wearing his Kangol hat

Mimicking the king
He acts like the king of the space

With the ruler's manners
He behaves like royalty

In his newest shoes and flannels
He wears his new shoes and clothing

Then began lettin' on
He begins to chat with others

With the loosest cannons
Unrestrained, unpredictable conversations

Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
He thinks he's being cool

But when they see it all they see
Others see his art differently than he does

Is just a gruesome scandal
His art is seen as scandalous and gruesome

Erasin' all signs of life
Authorities are removing graffiti

Callin the youth some vandals
Youth who write graffiti are called vandals

They can't handle the truth
Authorities can't accept graffiti as art or truth

So this is how the truth is handled
The authorities handle graffiti by removing it

Deep into the music and his art
He is deeply involved in music and graffiti

Man, his true love
His true passion

Didn't even notice when the train pulled up
He is absorbed in his art and music and misses the train

Before the bloodstains faded
Another writer was hit by a train before the stains faded

On the engine cooler
The other writer was hit on the engine cooler

The very same train
The train is the same as his

Hit another writer: Olaf
Another writer named Olaf was hit by the train

On a different continental: Europe
Olaf was hit in Europe

But then they came to the same place,
The two writers ended up in the same place

That I'm sure of
He is certain of the outcome

In this world people always
Society always views them as a threat

Looked upon them as a terror
They are viewed as a threat to society

But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...
Now, many people sing the song's chorus supporting graffiti culture

Graffiti writers won't die, die, no
Graffiti culture won't die

To all my people world wide, wide, yo'
He dedicates this to fellow writers across the world

I know a lot of people
He acknowledges that others may react negatively

Including myself get uncomfortable
He admits he may also be uncomfortable

When people including myself
When emotions are shared

Get emotional
When strong feelings are expressed

But I gotta be true to myself
He must be honest with himself

And to most of y'all
And to his audience

Man I still got love
He still loves graffiti culture

For graffiti culture though
Despite any negative associations

A lot changed from
Things have changed since then

The days of Spraycan stories
The days of telling stories with spray paint

See me in the yard today
He can be seen in the yard today

Lost like a freakin' tourist
He feels out of place and unsure

And I don't claim to know much
He doesn't assert that he knows a lot

All I really know is
All he knows for certain

We were 17 once
He reminisces about being young

Actin' like we were immortals
He and his friends felt unstoppable

Fearin' no evil
They had no fear

People said we had no morals
Others criticized their values

That's fine, their corrupt world
He dismisses their criticism as their corrupt world

It really wasn't for us
Their world wasn't for them

We just laughed at the bullshit names
They laughed at the names others gave them

That they called us
Derogatory names they were called

Hated us, we hated them
They hated their critics

And both sides found out what a war is
They engaged in a war with their critics

We were winning in the beginning
They initially gained an advantage in the conflict

Then found out 'bout the horrors
They found out about the negative consequences

Don't get me wrong my lover
He acknowledges the negative aspects of graffiti culture

Hundred percent, no less
He is fully truthful

Peace to my people
He sends peace to other graffiti writers

We grow with the knowledge
They learn from their experiences

I bite on death same time
He risks danger while practicing his art

I'm playin' hardish to catch
He is evading the authorities

From South Africa
He acknowledges the global reach of graffiti culture

Writers from New York
Graffiti writers from New York

Australia, Spain, France
Graffiti writers from Australia, Spain, and France

And Germany, up north
Graffiti writers from Germany

Still the same rapper tellin'
He is still the same, rapping about graffiti culture

Cops to fuck off
A message to the police

And all my writers:
He addresses other graffiti writers

Survive! This my love song to y'all
He encourages them all to survive and dedicates the song to them