born in the middle of an urban war

staying out later than the street lights

in the days of ancient man

they had to fight to survive, because they had no plan

(chorus)

the hieroglyphics on the walls.....they tell it all (x3 times)

everyday waking up in the same room

with six younger siblings who look up to you

not knowing where this day will take you

where are you going to run to, you don't know

treating everyday like it were you're last one

having nothing in common with the outside world

the only way to reach them is to spray it on the walls

because no listens to your calls

from the part of town where no one wants to go

surrounded by a border that isn't even there

living in a place where there's no regards for the law

read the story it's tagged up on the walls