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