The Will The Message

Creative movements, some say they're destructive A way of self expression Now, give me some soulful rock Without hesitation As I walk through the street art gallery The colors are like a blessing for me The concrete has captured and left space Can't disarm the bomb and it's a colorful victory City of variety is there any place for me? Can't stop a way of living, down on multiple street Is there any place for me? The boys and girls are singin' The will the message And a request for something to do Watch the movement It attracts the fighting few There's fear in their eyes Fear of something new Fear of the conviction Of me and you