No. 2 at the Hamburg Concept Lyrics

Fire in the concrete, color on rock
Property is everything, gotta keep it clean
The monopoly of green's got a dream slot
And the means to crop any pleas you want seen
Can a wall seem like a threat with a word on it
And if a law is a mistake, can we learn from it
Not likely to happen in a climate like this,
Misguided people in the mist
You can write it, say it, but put it on display
And it's a crime, let your mind stray

You could find at your prime such a fine
At the doorstep that you'll only buy paint
To decorate the cross that you carry on your back
Better backtrack, there's a weapon in your backpack
Clap clap, another painter in a rat trap
And they can trace that faint black arrow to your fat cap
Can you paint a picture any clearer than this,
I'm hearing a fist can do no damage
Like a sticker on the wall
I'm sick of how they call this a safe city
Thinking it could not involve
A place for graffiti, disobedience is all
I can taste in my mouth, let 'em bomb city hall
And when the smoke clears around the block
See the fire in the concrete, color on rock

Hold a can of paint - incarceration
If you're guilty of a rape, there's a consolation
Physical integrity across the nation
Isn't worth shit and I've lost my patience
Like a doctor who just lost a patient
On an operating table, my observation is this
Catching kids has become a good business
Gotta walk to the mayor with a wish list
This is not a crime
It's paint on a wall
Have you lost your mind
Another transit ride to the far east side
People live here
But you can't see a sign