Dimitri & The Scarecrow - Ch!ll, L!sten & D!gest lyrics

Intro: …from city my mind is intertwined with the grid system that I write these gritty lines… What it is to be a Zimbabwean… Check it! Chorus: Trolleys of mirrors to face Sour little sweets for the brave to taste Chill, listen and digest. (x4) Verse 1 The cracks in the tarmac are tracks for the hard facts The roots of the old truth whose fruits are potholed Ooh city confess the streets are depressed The people who suppress their feelings at a stretch Reverberate the aching muscles of your throat Let the phlegm clear up of stories untold, but NO! Abide by bible and hide for survival Try not collide with the kind that's political Sit, sit, sit! Pretty dog in a ditch! Let your ears be the tips of the raggedly paycheck Bury your head under the pillow, enlist the bottle And thwart the problem as your stomach rumbles The human, the animal to whom do we appeal to? Signal… Bridge: Trick or treat? Like a sickle for the sweet Tickle pickled fantasies like a pretty little teat (x4) Chorus: Trolleys of mirrors to face Sour little sweets for the brave to taste Chill, listen and digest. (x4) Verse 2 They come from far so animated (Black man) They sail for tales so animated! You're a fairy-tale dude, don't care about you! After the news, they had to have a real interview It's like you're intangible, a world infallible Got the scourge of the cannibal where money is involved I'm against paying debt to the IMF I protest, the White man indebted to US! The fight in the wrong ring, I'm sighting a strong string That's woven in silently to provoke non-growing Africans Outsiders who meddle in our affairs To incite our conflict and how we cross-hairs A rich humanitarian, philanthropic nonsense Like a healthy agrarian with an empty pocket Bridge& Chorus Verse 3 Deal with our awkward social banter And say we've moved forward in an equal manner We've conceded to racist invisible barriers In our dream oasis, we bite our tongue! The Black and the White Zimbabwean complex A nauseating skirting around the process Make it alright just to talk about it Maybe you'll find the eggshells are already broken No need to be chicken to the crack of a whip The battle is this: Uh…Stereotypical mist Religion is taking advantage of the desperate Making rich men from all who invest in it You don't have to agree but something is off In my role I can't just gesture with a polite cough I'm pushing trolleys of mirrors to sell to all I might spawn a conversation seldom sold… Chorus