Silver Tongue
by Signboy, Feat. The Clyntessential
in the inner city there's a forgotten dusty lot
full of used cars and faded pennants
a fat man with a mustche and a cheap hat
gets red in the face and plays at menace
cuz the kid can't pay back the cash that he borrowed
he's got none today and he'll have none tomorrow
he's backed up in a corner, the man blocks the door and he's
got nothing left so he strings out a story
when push comes to shove we
all have silver tongues
coercive power in
words if not guns
I;m going to say whatever needs saying
I'm going to play whoever needs playing do what-
ever it takes to get Through one more day cuz'm Not above ducking
the haammer this way
in chinatown, just five blocks down
from the red gate with words about luck wrapped around
a frail seventy eight year old man
with spots on the top of his head and his hands
walks into a shop, stops and stares
he can't remember what he wanted to buy there
time ticks on, he comes to no conclusions
she's getting scared even though it's an illusion
her english isn't doing her any kind of credit
she wants him to leave but the man doesn't get it
she pulls out the only argument that never fails
now she got her point across but she can't afford the bail
we've seen it all a hundred thousand times
nobody waants to get caught withno spine
so we buullshit and embellish it and... yeah, you know
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