LOAM

Tagged on the wall and fadin' to nuthin'

Letters on a poll—a name 'r sumthin'

Loam through the years painted on dumpsters

Might be a gang or maybe just youngsters

Where's my name on the back of this sign

Where's my tag and my sickest rhyme

Who'll member me when the paint fades

When my tag chips off or just degrades

Gone, gone lost to the young ones

Gone, gone lost to the young ones

Gone, gone lost to the young ones