Oblique Brown - Silent Scream lyrics

[Verse] Hail Mary, sweet mother of Jesus Someone plug the mics and please adjust the speakers Preachers preach and pastors speak, but reach none Drowned by the silent screams from a bleak slum Inspiration: my pops' perspiration Wrote this verse on the train as the cops lurked the station Searching for a brown face to cage in Bagging Arabs, Blacks and South Asians Me, guess I'm a one man terror cell 'cause the cops up-down, round again like a carousel hmmm... I've seen all the parallels Live from the land where the brave man's arrow fell Triple barreled peril, ushered in this era's hell 'Guns, Germs and Steel' while the slum squirms for real .. gotta hustle for them tender bills Tryin' ta make a mil (meal) from scraps like Emerril Don't really splurge much, I'm far from ballin' Got a few chips, one shot, guess I'm all in .. Poker face like Sam Farha My man's like 'Chee, you obsessed with them cars huh? So I show drive like the Jacob Javits center Got a savage temper, your managements bent up Tell 'em chill, your audience is safe I ain't tryin ta offend your fan bases' bad taste The beats my canva**, my speech is the hand brush Dipped in hues that speak to different moods And still stick to hunger pains, for dinner sniff glue .... Drink booze and spit truth Guess a drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts As I sleep walk down these concrete street blocks Spittin' raps to the rhythm of life Like the heaves and sighs of lose lives provide the beatbox ... Live from detox My Trini cats call me coal pot slash Pol Pot Pop a rappers head of and use it as a doorstop ... Then barge my way in From the cold gray pavement to rock clubs like cavemen Kevlar steez, scream, 'V, none can harm ya' My best friend's Asian, but there's no chinks in the armor Pardon my cra**ness, but I'm sick of starving And these lines that I sow, reap greens like a garden Fertile flow, plough it through music here You don't like it? Plant your tulips (two lips) here yea And kiss my a** while you at it Asiatic pimp at it, type specific slim No Spreewell spinners since I rock the Pacific Rim Spit acidic phlegm, till I black out like Hasidic men