Sage Francis Lyrics

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"Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have fallen

 What have I done to myself? It's been way too long!" 

 

 We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I ain't the same man I was

 Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with even less to lose

 A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail teller

 Gone way wrong...to the point of no rerun

 

 Over the edge and burned out before I even got my shine

 Holding my head in pure doubt

 Out of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme about

 

 Yeah, I know I was supposed to change the world and all

 But it looks like the world got to me first

 If you can't beat em, join 'em..

 Then hurt the team by beating yourself

 

 I'm different...in a different way

 The only thing that stays the same is change

 While people claim their states, I state my claims

 Sage Francis made a name for himself

 For the record my mother calls me Paul

 Which was my father's middle name, but Ray

 Stepped in and raised me

 It's crazy, but this is a game I play 

 

 called "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!" 

 

 Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not answering

 Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise I'm mishandling?

 Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks

 My career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

 

 Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership

 Spoken word then got 'em all interested

 Now I don't have to serve ice cream to little kids

 I serve emcees who think they're rippin' it

 And poets who think they're somehow significant

 Meanwhile both are loud and ignorant

 And don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

 

 I am different. In a different way

 The only thing that stays the same is change

 While people claim their states, I state my claims

 I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the game

 I shake what I got, which is a jingly pocket

 I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I walk quick

 

 I talk with authority while I question it

 When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessing

 But if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHING

 It is your self-perception

 

 Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dish

 Where talk is invisible to the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking with

 I'm a real vegetarian: No chicken...not even fish

 I'm a real underground rapper

 My tape quality sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

 

 Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes

 I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimney

 The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're only 60 heart beats per minute

 A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphop

 

 I may be getting too big for my britches

 but I paid my dues when the cost was climbing

 If I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful island

 As long as I've been rhyming, they only started listening

 Because for a while they didn't like how

 I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was pissin' in

 

 Plus I had no dead homies to pour out the liquor I don't drink

 You can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and I won't blink

 I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..

 I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..