The World Won't Change Itself - Smooth Unisex

In Broccoli Lane, where colors scream, Where walls tell tales, a vivid dream, There hangs a slogan, bold and bright, A call to arms, in the dead of night. "The World Won't Change Itself," it cries, Amidst the spray of graffiti skies, A challenge thrown to passersby, Underneath the urban sigh. In alleys where the shadows play, And artists with their cans convey, A message etched in vibrant hue, A world that's waiting, fresh and new. With strokes of green, and dashes of red, A canvas speaks what words have said, "The World Won't Change Itself," so true, A mantra for the chosen few. In Broccoli Lane, the walls do speak, Of changes sought by the meek, And those who dare to take a stand, With paintbrush or with outstretched hand. So let the colors blend and merge, As new ideas begin to surge, For in this lane of urban art, A revolution might just start. "The World Won't Change Itself," it stands, A beacon in these spray-paint lands, A reminder to those who walk on by, The power of cha