Silent Art Child (feat. Jahiara) by Chino Xl
I don't know whether it was the Ritalin
Or he was just spaced out but
He just sat there writing words and, didn't make any sense
Maybe got too rough with him but
Times were different and look how he turned out
He turned out okay, yeah it was okay
Yeah, my slow mind races on auto-pilot
Reachin my arm's limitation, born a baby giant
Wishing my mom used birth control so I scream in silence
It's bittersweet, enough time to be wickedly good, as a dull diamond
My voodoo science is terribly please live in death, tragic comedies
Uncrowned king of wordless books and forgotten memories
It's a victimless crime, I want a virgin birth
An uncommonly normal unwelcome greeting I receive for this Earth
It's a religious war, my music's a complete success
It's the audience that's a failure, am I wastin my breath?
A wise fool possess drowning in the dry pool of bliss
You thank God you're an atheist
my writing shits on Macbeth
School interferes with education
Only thing I don't procrastinate with is procrastination
you got Van Gogh's ear for music
true fiction
I'm thinkin out loud -
using dumb wisdom
I've been overlooked, and I've been shitted on
Step-father broke my jaw, my momma kicked me out
Lived in the graveyard, was almost down and out
Had women break my heart, was cursed before I start
But still I had my art, I cried in the dark
And my control of words, is all that I got
So I am satisfied, since it's a gift from God
I'm gonna share with y'all, the silent art child
It's easy to just sit there and judge me
But you weren't there, I'm his mother
I was in the projects taking care of his so-called creative ass
To just say that I sat there and did nothing is really heavy
They say that no one loves a genius child
As quoted by Langston Hughes invited exile
I'm not okay, I'm a beautiful beast imprisoned while with a frowned smile
Blood healed, awaken dreams, crucified spittin violent vows
Lying vows, standing bows,
optimistic pessimism
Blind justice, eyes without sight, claimin to have vision
I'm like an angry corpse that is dancin in his own grave
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