I moved to the Bronx in the summer of '83   my room looked down the yard at the DMV.   It may have been the trains that kept me awake, but I won't forget the night   that for boredom's sake   I stared out my window...      There you were fresh burning the line   tag my heart, you're the king on the inside.   Lee, sempre fa graffiti      I picked up a can in the winter of '83.   Threw up a bunch of times before you noticed me.   Now my chest feels like an aerosol rush,   I know I've got an insatiable crush and i'll get some sleep tomorrow...      For now I'm gonna piece the 5   tag your heart, i'm the queen on the inside.   Chi sempre farrà graffiti?      I fell out of grace when you found out my identity   just outside the yard at the DMV   it may have been your words that made my heart break   or the color of my skin that makes me a fake   and you moved out to the boroughs.      But now I hope we know what's right,   tag our hearts we're the same on the inside.   We still rule the city