Well.

this is kinda emotional. i have been thinkin bout words to say and how i cna do this all weekend. but when it comes to the crunch, im lost. this is me, marz, saying goodbye.

For the 2 years and 8 months i have been writing graffiti i ahve learnt alot. and moreover, made mistakes. A writer needs to be smart, needs to learn the game before entering it. i started by drawing words such as zevos and spunke. and then moved on to the word taht was there to help me lear and get me fame. when i started graff, i used to draw everyday but taht woudl be it. i woudl bite styles to find my own style and in the long run this lost me alot of preciosu time. only in the last year have i been trying to find a style i made and coudl truely call my own. while i had got a lil more confident in my style and the rukles of graff i started to get up. this would prove to be one of my downfalls. i wouldgte up and around and yea i was proud to i would tell any taht woudl listen. this si what fucked me up. fuckin, king fo the town would tell any fucker taht woudl listen. so every marz tag taht went up some 1 else would know who i was.

basically. i have to stop writing marz. ive got the cops after me in 3 different places and with every1 knowing who i am it has come imposible for him to live. this whole page has been a babble. but for me this is a really emotional time. marz had become an extention of me. graff isnt my hobby. graff is my life. this is the end of marz. but his style and love for the game shall live on.

he asked me to thank all the artists taht have blessed him with there words and art. Graff is the reason where all here and graff will always be here.

Wish me the best with what i go onto. i wont be far.


*curtains close* silene surrounds...