"Unspoken" highlights major events that have occurred in Small Hands' life over the last 3 years. A heart filled track with a lot emotion and specific details. From a separation, the death of his brother, a flood that destroyed his home, to a recent, but very distant, love interest. "...crisp mental visuals... carefully crafted and accessible lyricism create a mental picture that won't have you missing out on the joy ride." -Bolder Beat Universal Language Entertainment Presents Small Hands - Unspoken Written by Small Hands Produced by E.N.O.N. Jacobs Mixed and mastered by Jonathan Frett Video produced by Street Side Productions Video directed by Jesse Rarick Lyrics: What up Got my bowl of flower here It too early for a bud light bottle yet See I'm sick It's my medication This music is my escape Bowl of flower, Bud Light bottle x 4 When my son's mom and I split I went through a storm of shit Got that shared custody locked Got myself a sick apartment Then that hundred year flood hit Turned my home into a mud pit Another month of transition Got a new spot, started settlin' in This could really work out for me Did life agree? Hardly A month later my baby brother was killed at a party The I shelled up a bit I used to womanize for the smell of it Now I might as well be celibate Hell, I guess that it's all relevant Elevate my awareness Learn to love myself There will appear someone to share with It will be clear that she's the one to cherish I'm just a lonely geek, closet freak, seeking affection First I'm a single parent, something I feel I need to mention Bowl of flower, Bud Light bottle x 4 I like the looks, the poses, let it go unspoken Dancin' with the violets and roses No fake laughs, can the sappiness All you need to do is bite your bottom lip at me miss Since my son has arrived I have decided, I don't need a woman in my life For the moment I'm fine Keeping my focus I'll know when the timing is right Minding my own business But this loneliness leaves no witnesses It can be cold, but I cope with it Then a glow come in Maybe this world isn't so wicked She knows more hip hop lyrics than I do She got her legs, tattooed with all my idols She prolly got as many fucking problems as I do All that separates us is a couple thousand miles What would she say if I told her I actually like her way more than I claim And I am just playin' it off, Lost, carried away in my thought Cost of displaying my Is maybe someone will take it apart Fuck it, I'm creating this art It's my life, I'm too bright to remain in the dark Escuse me, have you a piece that you can hand me? I'm a hip hop nerd infatuated with a Wu-Mami Escuse me, have you a brew that you can hand me I'm a hip hop junkie who's in love with a Wu-Mami Bowl of flower, Bud Light bottle x4 I like the looks, the poses, let it go unspoken Dancin' with the violets and roses No fake laughs, can the sappiness All you need to do is bite your bottom lip at me miss It could be that easy See, uh, I'm vulnerable Damaged goods, if you will