street art museum

Verse 1 Born in Philly, made the streets his canvas, Taggin' walls with his name, leavin' marks so scandalous. From the boy's home to the city, he started a trend, With a can in his hand, every wall was his friend. Elephants in the zoo, even they got a taste, His tags spread wide, no spot was a waste. From the underground king to the mainstream fame, A legend in the game, forever in the name. Hook Cornbread, the name that echoed in the night, Philly's walls were his stage, under streetlight. From the alleys to the zoo, his mark stayed true, Cornbread's art, forever breakin' through. Verse 2 '67 in the papers, the city knew the name, A rise to fame, in the graffiti game. Started from the bottom, but painted his way, Turned the city's grey walls into a colorful display. From the north to the south, every hood knew the tag, A style so unique, the flag that he swagged. Inspired generations, left a mark so grand, The graffiti pioneer, with a can in his hand. Hook Cornbread, the name that echoed in the night, Philly's walls were his stage, under streetlight. From the alleys to the zoo, his mark stayed true, Cornbread's art, forever breakin' through. Verse 3 With every stroke and spray, he told a tale, Of a young man's journey, every line a trail. His legacy lives on, in the heart of the streets, Where the art and the hustle, forever meets. From the rooftops to the trains, his name in lights, A vision ignited, burning through the nights. Now we honor his work, in every tag we spread, The spirit of the streets, never will be dead. Hook Cornbread, the name that echoed in the night, Philly's walls were his stage, under streetlight. From the alleys to the zoo, his mark stayed true, Cornbread's art, forever breakin' through.