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I graffiti my samo’ Life...in the shadow of nirvana,
Where I exist away from rules and thug life, creating stars on walls.
We dreamed to become one, in NYC, smiling,
For the camera flash, street kid soon; had stacks of cash,
But not cosmic enough for a radiant child from the brightest star.
So, you left us wondering why you hurt more than any other,
Hard you said without your mother, the drugs and the fame, could never smother,
The talent that you knew, just grew.
And now the new kids emulate ya, and ain't never gonna catch ya.
Cause when I used to see ya, that was your dream.
And now your shining down among us, creating magic from above us.
Samo' love you showed us, before you went away.
So, I want you to remember, one winter freezing in December,
As we were painting, with no gloves on, saw Michael Jackson rolling by,
You ran behind his limo and he saw you and smiled.
And now he's dancing and your painting, to create new forms, of rhythm
Samo's now forgiven
You wanted it... this way,
And every time I look up, I shake your hand,
And then begin,to paint all the dreams you left, so far away.
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