Brain Cellls Firing

Brain cells firing

On all fours

Smashing your head

Breaking down doors

Exploding minds

Like dancing boars

Bouncing to the beat

On many floors

As the artists head

Simply spins

Raging temper

Who dare wins

Facing councils

Here it begins

Its simply better

Than eatting from bins

Creating art

In the public eye

While living outside

To simply die

Yet your trying

And don't know why

To change your life

So you can fly

With the seagulls

In pure flight

Never giving up

Isn't that right

Burning fuel

In your flight

To help others

Fly alright

Burning bridges

In many a way

Looking for something

To brighten your day

Then you see an artist

Through what seems grey

Using colours

To see what you say

Bursting his balls

And sweating even more

Doing his thing

Right upon the shore

Building sculptures

Totally hardcore

While helping others

Oh what a bore

Even though

It generates a smile

So my efforts

Have been worthwhile

But I don't get paid

For this new style

That's made your day

In this world

That's vile

But I get hassle

For helping you out

On a miserable day

That's what I'm about

For like many an artist

We love to shout

How good we are

Yet we have nought

Only a talent

That makes you smile

In a moment

When nothings worthwhile

But think yourself lucky

For this is my style

To help out everyone

And go that extra mile

Yet when anger creeps in

And you don't know what to do

Because you feel

The world is against you

Because you've been homeless

And in the gutters too

Yet no one recognises

This life is hard too

So you want to give up

On what you really believe

Because you know

Others don't want you to achieve

Even if

You live or breath

Because they are out for themselves

With no time to grieve

Which pisses you more

And cuts to the bone

As some people want to change

And leave street life alone

Move on in life

Like the mobile phone

Become bigger and better

And not be on their own

To live in the gutters

And simply die

Because they give up fighting

And that's no lie

So they are better of dead

As I ask myself why?

Because only the strong survive

And the rest of us die