Текст песни No. 2 at the Hamburg Concept (Don Johnson Big Band) с переводом

Fire in the concrete, color on rock

Property is everything, gotta keep it clean

The monopoly of green’s got a dream slot

And the means to crop any pleas you want seen

Can a wall seem like a threat with a word on it

And if a law is a mistake, can we learn from it

Not likely to happen in a climate like this,

Misguided people in the mist

You can write it, say it, but put it on display

And it’s a crime, let your mind stray

You could find at your prime such a fine

At the doorstep that you’ll only buy paint

To decorate the cross that you carry on your back

Better backtrack, there’s a weapon in your backpack

Clap clap, another painter in a rat trap

And they can trace that faint black arrow to your fat cap

Can you paint a picture any clearer than this,

I’m hearing a fist can do no damage

Like a sticker on the wall

I’m sick of how they call this a safe city

Thinking it could not involve

A place for graffiti, disobedience is all

I can taste in my mouth, let 'em bomb city hall

And when the smoke clears around the block

See the fire in the concrete, color on rock

Hold a can of paint — incarceration

If you’re guilty of a rape, there’s a consolation

Physical integrity across the nation

Isn’t worth shit and I’ve lost my patience

Like a doctor who just lost a patient

On an operating table, my observation is this

Catching kids has become a good business

Gotta walk to the mayor with a wish list

This is not a crime

It’s paint on a wall

Have you lost your mind

Another transit ride to the far east side

People live here

But you can’t see a sign

Перевод песни No. 2 at the Hamburg Concept