Holdin Down the Fort
King of The Line
Burst upon The Air, a breathe moist with Bravery in Fear
Eyes of a Rebel Stare, A silent Movement"close is clear"
Machinery Upon Machinery Lined Up Bearing Over Keep
..A Watchful Eye of Their Defacement as Lines Meet
With Hasted Percsion The Hand Meets Brain thru Embeveled
Upon the Slow Placement of Flow, Adjacent to Eye Level
Consequence of a Subway Train, Racein to Ghetto Hell
Exposin Problems within The Closed Can, Tho Understand
Timeless Masterpeices Handle only the view of 7 day spans
Walls Litter the Rush of Life But Only That of Railroads
Strike the Intrest Of Hot Iron or The Public Eye Nodes
Kings Struggle with Nights to Keep What begin To Fold
The Reign of Terror That Blissfull Artistry Grippingly Holds
For the Error of Transit Police Leave Trains Fleeing Cold
Dripping With Efforts of a Cleaner But Only one Remains UnRolled.
A Breathe, in Its Solitary Moment Breed the Many options
Of Other Breathes and Other Ladder steps That Land Upon Them
......Filled With Emotion So on And So Forth With Hearts Un-Torn
Placed Upon the King that mus Re-Port the Holding of the Fort Re-Born

(king of the line: meaning uve got the best art on a certain
line of trains in the subway transit)

Freestyled.