Artist: Chino XL f/ Jahiara Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Silent Art Child Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Jahiara] 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 {*edit*} got too rough with him but Times were different and look how he turned out He turned out okay, yeah it was okay [Chino XL] Yeah, my slow mind races on auto-pilot Reachin my arm's limitation, born a baby giant Wishin 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 (yeah) It's a religious war, my music's a complete success It's the audience that's a failure, am I wastin my breath? (nah) A wise fool possess drowning in the dry pool of bliss You thank God you're an athiest, my writing shits on Macbeth School interferes with education Only thing I don't procrastinate with is procrastination Oxymoron, you got Van Gogh's ear for music, true fiction I'm thinkin out loud - usin dumb wisdom, silent art child [Chorus: Chino XL] 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 (silent art child) [Interlude: Jahiara] 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 [Chino XL] 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 A fully mixed Mulatto son of master half of freed slaves Right my wrongs, silent songs, takin paralyzed steps I started out with nothin and I still have most of it left You gave me nothin to live up to, how could I disappoint? I stood in the way of you bein dead, my strongest weakest point (yeah!) Abused cause I didn't do what you told me to do when you didn't know what you were doin, all high and confused (nah) My silent art child, smart heart scarred keeps me lovin you knowin you gonna hurt me, you've done it before [Chorus] [Interlude: Jahiara] Y'all don't deal with that I mean in the end what does it matter? I refuse to allow anyone to make me feel any way about my life It's my son, my life [Chino XL] Yeah, an honorable villain and damn saint That's brutally comforted in my sick health, and baptized in hate (yeah) I tried not to think, I quietly just wrote my rhymes Abuse casted a shadow that has lasted a lifetime (for real) Questionable answers that's for my humble arrogance Exposed to virtuous lies, taught with ugly attractiveness Classy ratchetness, parents unconscious competence Busy relaxin, I'm an on-purpose accident with no past defense Feared like poor millionaires livin in Hell's paradise We're alone together in this organized mess I write Sky raining mute, idle chatter, bad angels sound Rival containing vital viral matter, clouds on the ground (okay) Tryin to get a handle on my own moods (it's crazy) Tryin to prove I'm more than dirt on God's shoes (somebody save me) I swear these syllables I cues that I choose are too many mirrors of misery and riddle me physically (yeah!) Challenged artistically, definite even contradictory Placed words next to each other that'll confuse but clearly As a kid writing rhymes with severely broken fingers developed ability to write with either hand, Satan won't stop my English (nah!) Remember kneelin prayin, askin God why 35 sleepin pills and I didn't die Silent art child, lost like one tear in the ocean There isn't a locked door that my writing can't open [Chorus] [Outro: Jahiara] And we all have scars I could pull mine out too But if it didn't happen that way You guys wouldn't even know who he is