91st Street

Down below the street

In between the stations

There’s a lost lost world that’s more than a legend

They came from Grand Concourse, came from Pelham Bay Park A ghost rarely seen, a phantom of art

Well they closed down the station back in 1959

Then they whitewashed the cars; spraypainted trains no longer ran the line But though the writers lost the trains they won the world

And now the platform is a canvas for graffiti from above

No need to shove

Just paint with love

On 91st street

On 91st street

In between the stations take a look the next time you ride the 1 train Past 91st street

Past 91st street

Trap, Dez, Daze, Dondi, Min One and Malta

You don’t have to try hard or put your ear to the wall to

Hear the music that they’re making and the space that they are taking Underground that’s how it is, just some kids, Iz The Wiz

If you want to play the game you gotta pinch your own paint Cause only rich kids pay and this world’s not for saints

And the value of your work won’t be found on an auction block It’s what they say about the style of your piece

Move your feet Lose the heat On 91st street On 91st street

In between the stations take a look the next time you ride the 1 train Past 91st street

Past 91st street

STRUGGLE BUILDS SOUL