Before he knew he had a crew
That weren't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks
They would Push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building, lobbies weren't safe no more
And it wasn't like they weren't getting chased no more
Just the freedom is better than breathing they said
And they escape route, they used to escape out
When things got crazy they needed to break out they'd head
To any place with stairs, any good grinds the world was theirs
And they four wheels would take them there
Till the cops came and said "There's no skating here"