They would push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
And the skate 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"

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And away they roll
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go

– excerpt from “Kick, Push” by Lupe Fiasco