You can have your little Style Wars
Is that the writing's on the wall
Where do you go?
That the coroner lost, do you know what I mean
Graffiti Limbo
That Michael Stewart was strangled to death
But the word on the street
I only speak for myself
It's steer clear of the engineer
There ain't no cops around at all
With a big can of spray paint
The coroner had to use Michael Stewart's eyeballs
But those crazy writers
But the word around town
And I can guaran-damn tee ya
I only speak for myself
When there ain't no justice
It's, "Color them Cons", Mayor Koch said
When I tell you that justice is blind?
Call it a crime
Is that something's shaking
On a subway wall in New York City
In the underground
A young black man arrested while writing graffiti
That it was Michael Stewart's eyes
So now when I tell you
With a big blank wall
His eyes, as evidence
You see, in order to determine
The Holy Virgin
And the cop's on the beat
I wrote this song for a man named Michael Stewart
And while under arrest, surrounded by eleven white transit cops
Not one cop was found guilty
You can keep your little dance
She's gonna greet you up there
Don't stand a ghost of a chance
Because the coroner lost the evidence
Graffiti Limbo
And when his case went to court
Michael Stewart was strangled to death
