SaXoR - Graffiti-Writer Detta är min första text på engelska. Ge gärna kritik. Dom jag visat den för tycker den var bra. (Obs: Detta har inte inträffat på riktigt..) Vers 1 He was a big graffiti-writer, in 2004 He was that kind of guy, who always wanted more What happened wasn’t planed, that’s one thing for sure But graffiti is what were living and what we dying for My friend was very crazy, he was completely insane It was winter and the station was filled with ice and rain It went so fast, he felt no pain He slipped and fell right in front of the train I couldn’t believe my eyes, I started to cry And I couldn’t believe, that my best just died The other guys kept running, yelling at me to move But I was in a chock and all my thoughts stated to rove It felt like the blood stopped flow in my veins Wish I didn’t have that feeling every time I see some trains That day on the station, an involuntary slaughter All the people walked around in the blood-filled water Verse 2 It was an early December morning when I called my older friends Asking they to do a panel, I had the best confidence They said they be right here, in their big black vans And we went by the store Home Boy to pick up some cans We droved to the central station and filled our bags with all the stuff Last check on the paper-sketches the peace should had been rough We started to spray, like we never had done a crime But we never finished, were chased like in the old times The police or CSG, always they tried to hang on But in a minute maybe two, we were completely gone Writing on walls, was lot of fucking fun Until this day when the cops arrive and we just started to run Out on the train-station, filled with rain, ice n’ slush We wanted to catch the train, and were in a rush The train started to move, and I say it one more time My best friend died, because of our “just-for-fun” crime