Silent Art Child Lyrics - Ricanstruction: The Black Rosary - 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 

A fully mixed Mulatto son of master half of freed slaves 

Write my wrongs, silent songs, 

taking paralyzed steps 

I started out with nothing and I still have most of it left 

You gave me nothing to live up to, how could I disappoint? 

I stood in the way of you bein dead, my strongest weakest point 

Abused cause I didn't do what you told me to do 

When you didn't know what you were doing, all high and confused 

My silent art child, smart heart scarred 

Keeps me lovin you knowin you gonna hurt me, you've done it before 

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 

Yeah, an honorable villain and damn saint 

That's brutally comforted in my sick health, and baptized in hate 

I tried not to think, I quietly just wrote my rhymes 

Abuse casted a shadow that has lasted a lifetime 

Questionable answers that's for my 

humble arrogance 

Exposed to virtuous lies 

taught with ugly attractiveness 

, parents unconscious competence 

Busy relaxin, I'm an on-purpose accident with no past defense 

Feared like poor millionaires living 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 

Trying to get a handle on my own moods 

Trying to prove I'm more than dirt on God's shoes 

I swear these syllables I cues that I choose 

Are too many mirrors of misery and riddle me physically 

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 

Remember kneelin praying, 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 

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 

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