Sage Francis

[fox69]

"Souvenier"

"Souvenier"


You don't want me here, now do you?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now do you?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now
You don't want me here, now
Now you don't really want me

From what I hear my extra baggage is a turn off
My carry on luggage gets smuggled in the bags under my eyes
I'm a travelin' man
Without sleep on my itenerary
I eat whatever's vegetarian
I'll live with vegan, that's my saving grace
I gave up chase in the human mating race
'Cause I can't slow down my aging face
Wrinkles become my road maps
And my one last tire is going bald
Rubbing it when checking messages
Knowing no one called
I trooop on
On the road again
Tired of what I wrote
I spend one more quarter to phone a friend
And hold a pen up to the reciever
Lettin' the ink seep into their ear
Waitin' for any intelligent speach, they've got to share
Most people can't think deep, but I don't care
I'm not concerned with them
I've learned to fend for me, my own
And I've got a lonely girlfriend back home
Who makes me feel a lot better when I return
I'm waitin' for that Dear John letter
I'm gettin' her a souvenier

You don't want me here, now do you?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now really?
You don't want me here
You don't want me here, now
You don't want me here, now
You don't really want me

Too much time all by myself
I've been around others I do not [?]
These personal moments feeling about as meaningless as phone sex
Don't stress me living in your condition
As still I'm that reason for that whole mess
I'm not in need of shelter
I'm just homeless
I'm a homeboy who's homely
Never known to be a homebody
Nobody knows the amount of body blows
or head shops at they got at rest stops
I gotta go let's ride hip hop shows [?]
Let me download you on my desktop
I keep it real audio
Let's talk before the phone card expired
Or let it know I'm far from wired
Why? Cause I just rocked that show hard
And I'm tired
Use a Gold Card to buy her a silver lined dark cloud
When it rains, it pours, it's hard out
But I fear that it may have dried out, pied out
I lay down to earth girls who say stop
When they realize the only reason I'm outta this world is cause I'm a space shot
These relations aren't making me feel any better
When I return I'm handing her that Dear Jane letter
I done got her a souvenier

You don't want me here
You don't want me

We're all rock stars
We do big drugs
And we have big heads
And we have big sex
Come again
[x3]

You don't want me here [x6]
Cause you don't want me
You don't want me [x5]

 

[fox69]

"Specialist"

"Specialist"


The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
And that's simply adorable
When my time is affordable
Dimes pay the price I get abusive and that's the truth
It's just a fucking shame this is how I choose to communicate
Excuses I produce have their roots in the music I make
She's not a fan nor am I famous
I may just change and adjust when I branch out
Leave, get off my damn couch and achieve
What I dream about leave my house hand out my keys
To the sleepless beauty who failed math class and can't count her Z's

The tree dies
She says that she's mine she's my proprietress
Can't hold on to most of what I owned
Besides she likes to kiss and that's cute
I hug her till I start to hurt her
She wants to dance to my pulse but I've got heart murmurs
A shark circles our lifeboat till its fin folds
The monster we created might choke in clothes
I'm naked walking tight ropes without big toes
Couldn't see this with the night-scope bid my skin glow

Fallen
Calling for a safety net
The great white might drain me of my life
Bite into my veiny neck where dreams are falling asleep
Could dry up once she sees that I bleed off beat
Head over heels cause she's tripping on her own feet
That puzzled look on her face still isn't complete
She gives bits and pieces of herself
While I'm breaking myself open I pour my contents to her shelf
Pardon me but is that me wearing my heart out on my sleeve
With razor sharp teeth gnawing at my wrist how beautiful is this
The most beautifulest thing in the world
Is making up words when I have none else left to say to a girl
Making her curl up in a ball in a corner of my eye
Taking a time out I don't want her to cry
I don't ever want to be considered the sort of guy
Who says, "I just might break your face tonight"

I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me away, blow me away
I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me out
When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals

Over average marriage materialist mister righteous
A savage miscarriage of just us just us
And a dust that never settles
I'm restless spread some metal to make it weep
Cause discussing the ugly nobody wants to fuck with
Don't touch me
Under appreciative with a with a hundred weaknesses
What do I need to live?
The blood I bleed is thicker than the skin I shoot people with
Need a fist to the air
Pretend to make believe she cares
To open up old wounds and usual bruises on my ego up here
I'm a low self-esteem engine in need of a horsepower
Out of sleeping powder
Dark clouds follow me with heat seekers
I need a colder shower
To showboat when exposes my phonetic quest
Cause it won't float if it turns out these are permanent echoes in his chest
I think its best to turn the reverb down
Kill the delay
Get me the fuck out of this cave

I could paint you pictures all day
I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals that way
I'm not gonna pander to Neanderthals today
The one that I'm with thinks sex is a beautiful thing
She thinks I'm something special
She's my specialist
More beautiful than sex
Cause only something like sex
Makes something so lovely turn ugly and fuck up shit
I'm holding a sleepless beauty pageant
On my shark-infested waterbed until it's punctured

I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until I pull a muscle
I spread my love, spread my love, spread my love until its see through
Spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire
Blow me away blow me away blow me away blow me away

I spread my love like the legs of a crack whore
We sleep together but don't sleep to keep it simple
You dance around me like a fire blow me out
When I send you love poems in the form of smoke signals

 

[fox69]

"Strange Fame"

"Strange Fame"


People seem to be real curious
what it's like living the life
of an underground super star.

I awake around eleven or so with a kitten in my face.
And that's not innuendo.
I shake the cobwebs out my head.
Live alone so I don't bother making the bed.
I change sheets once every other week.
Making four cups of coffee before I brush my teeth.
Should I shower? Hell no.
Use a little baby powder to cover the smell though.
Check the cell phone. Ring out! Ring out!
To hell with these text messages from Twitter.
Gonna block QuestLove. I ain't hating his game.
I'm just not ready to play.
Simple and plain. Everything's strange.

Strange. Fame. Makes a man take things over.
Things are getting
Strange. Fame. Lets him loose, hard to swallow.
The business is
Strange. Fame. Puts you there where things are hollow.
Even homies get
Strange. Fame. Strange, baby!

My oven is busted.
The bathroom sink's in the fritz.
And my dryer's broken so my clothes stink.
The fridge stopped workin (Workin!) and it ruined my food.
We beat the shit out of it and put the video on YouTube.
People made comments like:
"Is this what people do because it's boring in Providence?"
No. It's what I do because I'm excited.
And I don't have time to refute your writings.
Click the thumb-down image.
Go get out my business.
I ain't paying for 1000 listens.
I ain't clearin no sample for this song.
I just give it away.
David Bowie ain't my homie.
Is that strange?

Strange. Fame. Makes a man take things over.
This industry's
Strange. Fame. Lets him loose, hard to swallow.
The lawyers get
Strange. Fame. Puts you there where things are hollow.
Even my fans get
Strange. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame.

Don't give yourself to these unnatural men.
Machine men with machine minds and machine hearts.
You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men.

I got the world at my fingertips
but me an my girl got some shit to fix.
We battle on Facebook, updating the status.
When I was on Friendster my friend said
MySpace was fuckin full of bigots.
Now they talk about Widgets.
Wikipedia won't even let me correct the false tidbits
of info on my own bio page.
Like I don't know my name.
Like I'm the ripe old age of fiddy-somethin.
So be it.
Download my dick!
Don't give me nothin. I don't need it.
Cause the more that I get, the more people complain
that they should have shit, like I have shit.
That shit's strange.

Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame.
You gotta hope for the best and expect the worse.
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
This one is free. Next time better empty your purse.
Got kids to feed. in the future..
..personal life..
..total stupidity that I have to deal with
on a day to day basis..

Greed has poisoned men's souls.
Has barricaded the world with hate.
Has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical.
Our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
Don't give yourselves to brutes.
Men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives.
Tell you what to do, what to think, or what to feel.
(What's your name?)
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world.
Millions of despairing men, women and little children,
victims of the system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those that can hear me I say do not despair.
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed.
The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.

[This track includes samples from the song "Fame" by David Bowie and from the movie: "The Great Dictator" starring Charles Chaplin.]

 

[fox69]

"Strange Famous Radio Rhyme"

"Strange Famous Radio Rhyme"


Maybe you're never really living till you've understood what death is
So i touched the human spirit with lyrics some say are breathless
It's that breathlessness that inspired my tired hand
To write these endless epilogues that some call pretentious
Living verse existence surviving, verse thriving in an environment
Vitamin supplements and a government's removal of pensions retirement
Empty out your life savings cause your wife's handing that knife collection
Could have used some type of protection but you sliced through her midsection
Even though the sex was great you want belly thin
Didn't want to ruin the love canal and that's why you went too serried
And everyone's got your own opinion, ask your librarian about the alien
Legal aliens, vegan terrorist and all of the vegetarian activists
Male malchy and alchemists grab a fistful of calculus pals
Who dissed over the lack of apple cum math-or-piss
Build but calluses on the phalluses of alice and wonderland-scapers
Put on your happy face, here comes the hand shakers with sand paper gloves
They wanna jerk you off with, to further off quick
Cause i prefer the soft lips of a whore's kiss
I lick my wounds and force my tongue into the opening
Communicating with infections that took residence when i broke my skin
I've learned their language now my infectious speech gets sickening
But my poetry has become a scab lies just can't help picking
Tickling too many worldly fancies whimpering on my hands and knees
Crawling fast through laundry mats pilfering girlie's panties
Ya heard me? man please
I ain't take nothing without paying except for school books and blank tapes
Throw in a can-a-pee from a canopy can a pee brain hit me in plain day
Are we game though we came with weak aim
Strange famous strange famous strange famous strange

 

[fox69]

"Strange Famous Spoken Word"

"Strange Famous Spoken Word"


Maybe you're never really living till you've understood what death is
So I touched the human spirit with lyrics some say are breathless
It's that breathlessness that inspired my tired hand
To write these endless epilogues that some call pretentious
Living verse existence surviving, verse thriving in an environment
Vitamin supplements and a government's removal of pensions retirement
Empty out your life savings cause your wife's handing that knife collection
Could have used some type of protection but you sliced through her midsection
Even though the sex was great you want belly thin
Didn't want to ruin the love canal and that's why you went too serried
And everyone's got your own opinion, ask your librarian about the alien
Legal aliens, vegan terrorist and all of the vegetarian activists
Male malchy and alchemists grab a fistful of calculus pals
Who dissed over the lack of apple cum math-or-piss
Build but calluses on the phalluses of Alice and Wonderland-scapers
Put on your happy face, here comes the hand shakers with sand paper gloves
They wanna jerk you off with, to further off quick
Cause I prefer the soft lips of a whore's kiss
I lick my wounds and force my tongue into the opening
Communicating with infections that took residence when I broke my skin
I've learned their language now my infectious speech gets sickening
But my poetry has become a scab lies just can't help picking
Tickling too many worldly fancies whimpering on my hands and knees
Crawling fast through laundry mats pilfering girlie's panties
Ya heard me? Man please
I ain't take nothing without paying except for school books and blank tapes
Throw in a can-a-pee from a canopy can a pee brain hit me in plain day
Are we game though we came with weak aim
Strange famous strange famous strange famous strange

 

[fox69]

"Stuck"
(feat. Slug)

"Stuck"
(feat. Slug)



[slug]
you act smart, while i act dumb
but i know some that still lay under my thumb
see, we've got issues
we swing our fists for whatever
trying to keep the tempo down to the gristle
they like the small talk, as long as it's about you
they walk that walk, without knowing how to
i watch it all, and pretend that i'm above it
but the truth is, i see her i need it i love it

[sage francis]
i'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-lovers
entangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcome
sharing the same common problem
blonde and brunette tightly knit
and i don't fit in with split ends
didn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividends
payed my dues spending time by myself
she was with her friends
mingling with single men
say things like hitting skins to them
thinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grins
swimming with filthy fins
knocking boots, kicking my shins
shark infested water torture treatment get beat by the timbalands
feet is shivering walking on cold rage
roses like unrelationships, too impatient to die of old age

[slug]
yeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?
well something shook until you thought you had the questions
for all the time and effort you've invested
i find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lesson
still guessin'
the whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitch
when there is no love, nothing makes you rich
so i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitches
in replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions

[chorus]
stop thinking you don't belong here.
you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
the music is not gonna' stop
take your eyes of the chair
'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
how many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?
one, too, many people who share nothing but views
misery is willing to keep company
with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes

[sage francis]
so now they swap souls
they got soul, fuckin' uninspired
they drive low under the fire of sky dives
it got old and now they wanna' go higher
but cops control every single empire with tripods

[slug]
so video, did kill the radio star
now we're all so cute and drive brand new cars
we make music so you can lose your minds
we do the crimes, so you can do the times
tell me who can get busy like this man
well the truth is
damn near anyone can
so i'ma buy you some implants and a suntan
let's follow the plan and get some fat off the land
fuck this little rapper, treat me like a crook
maybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hook
you'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to look
but maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your book
doing fine thanks for asking
standing as the last man
popping bubbles and aspirin
ready, set, action, remove your dress
so we can make a mess
and hit the world with a little bit of stress

[sage francis]
let's head talk these winds until they
strengthen for getting footwork
making power moves on ceilings with head spin
it unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sin
we created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heaven
fatty acids added to the asthma medicine
breathing heavy at the gates make them have to let us in
like implying we've been trying our hardest
using everyone elses' honest way of dying as an armrest
i promise broken over dislocated kneecaps
and it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidents
laugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidence
i live off of hope, and providence

[slug:] communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.

[slug]
you play the same damn records everyday
no wonder you believe you'd never get away
you wear the same pair of jeans you woke up in
keep the music coming, keep the movements sudden
i watched you dance every street of this city
i feel no pity
you laid the carpet
you made the target by yourself, little help
now loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartment
finish that book that you never even started
take a look at that face that hates to look back
set the oven on bake take a pen out the rack
season up your past put it in and cook that

[chorus]
stop thinking you don't belong here.
you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
the music is not gonna' stop
take your eyes of the chair
'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
how many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?
one, too, many people who share nothing but views
misery is willing to keep company
with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes

 

[fox69]

"Sun Vs. Moon"

"Sun Vs. Moon"


Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
[repeat x4 then continues until "settle their differences"]

The devil only exists because of your belief in him,
Same goes for that other guy,
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon,
To settle their differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To stir up their similarities on turntables,
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable,
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides,
We're low-lives,
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even did a headspin,
On a crossfader that sounded whack,
But looked excellent,
All of the sudden it gets dim,
The crater face steps in,
Puts mexican drumbreaks on the Technics,
He's like "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on pure artistic merit,
Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes,
Burned out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the master mics,
For a thousand nights,
It continued without a single slip up,
Except once the record skipped,
But it kinda sounded cool,
And fit within the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had come to win,
But as always due to corrupt judging,
They drew a tie,
Now it's do or die.

The sun was like,
no no no,
The moon was like,
go go go,
[repeat x3]

And when the sun was chosen,
I came to the conclusion,
This guy doesn't know what he's doin'.

God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
(Say What?),
God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
And he's always fucked up,
Bottoms up,

God's not a woman,
He's a bitch.

Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
[repeat x4]

This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin,
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The devil is the fucking white man,
This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin,
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The white man (the white man).
(Th-th-the devil)

 

[fox69]

"Testimony"
(feat. Sixtoo, Sole)

"Testimony"
(feat. Sixtoo, Sole)



[Chorus:]
It's not size, or force, form, or technique.
I battle you for custody.
La, la, la.
It's not size, or force, form, or technique.
I battle you for custody.
La, la, la.

[Sage Francis:]
The weak link is quivering, determining the chain's strength,
Wimpering, vibrating! the wave length of its stress signals are more or
Less symbols. it just trembles,
Knowing it'll take the weight when the chain breaks and disassembles.
See, mr. wendell? he knew nothing of this daily struggle.
Sit under the disfunctional family tree and prepare for trouble.
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear-piercing rumbles.
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles.
Friends crumble under similar circumstances within their own chain of events,
From sloppy knots in family ties. the pain is intense,
The tension is thick. two sided arguments are upsetting to him.
Stretching the link, testing its endurance and spreading it thin.
Trembling, holding onto what's "familia," in the italian sense, i'm reading intense drafts of sylvia plath.
Before breaking off into an unfamilliar path,
Faking coughs, divert the hurt by trying to act silly and laugh.
Making light of situations when i sense a panic attack.
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black.

She probably thinks i'm dead. she's probably dead.
When he left she said i was so strong, but i know she's wrong.
I need back support, my knees fold.
Please hold your end of the bargain when i leave home,
Please hold the keystone.

[Sixtoo:]
How far will he travel?
The essential interpretation watching the sequential falling of the dominos.
Which one will stay erect? a microcosm where every effort is just that.
It's just maps, papercuts, and the photos to prove the strength.
He followed the family, alone as the next member.
California dreaming of moving out there in september.
I sit in admiration, knowing that the weakest link
Is also the one that holds the pillars on the brink
Of collapse. relapse is the replay of emotional disarray,
Sustaining the stains of teardrops on his t-shirt.
Sometimes, taking for yourself is harder than giving.
Those who want to give up, living in the circumstance.
Dance around the issues of dealing with the problem,
Drudging through the uncomfortable streets of dispairity.
All's fair in love and clarity,
And also ignorance.
Chains don't always hold the fingerprints.

[Sole:]
Their hearts pump pure, and then sweaty palms tellin' lies,
So blame it on a drug-addict, brother, and the cover-up.
One can't help become center of attention,
When everything is helpless, be realistic.
Ever since the goldfish died, daughter can't see past the make-up.
Stapling, "please become a savior to everything."
Photo album catalog, better order new hand holders,
Follow the odor to someone older and less experienced.
The whole choir is off key and forgets the words,
So ask later and get a free subscription to a diary,
Not even worth reading.
There was a time like this when mother's tears turned lakes and grew tree gardens.
Now overgrown, with homemade grapes,
But at least she can keep the whole family together.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Thank You"

"Thank You"


[Verse 1:]
You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue
You shouldn’t give weapons to kids that don’t know better
I can't possibly understand that there’s no such thing as forever
For every letter in the alphabet
You said connect ‘em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get
I did my best, but the pickings got slim
Once I arrived at “X” and I had to think of synonyms
Weight ‘em against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins
Who are on a constant search for a person’s amputated limbs
Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs
You said learn to express yourself if you’re gonna stand for things
I stood up with that expression, stood up against everything including you
I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to
And I want you to know how much it helped
Considering everything that I’d gone through
It was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges
I was a comma with no cause, a rebel with no clause
Anxiety is no excuse once there’s nothing left to separate
We could have connected, but didn’t
I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar
The further we drifted apart the closer
I came to realizing just how amazing you are
Now that you’re gone I'mma say it to the stars
‘Till my words knock worlds off their axes and the universe collapses

[Hook:]
Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire
For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass
For the wheel even if you didn’t invent it
For the impact that you had on me, it’s epic, thank you for the effort
For teaching me the ABC’s even if I never make my way to “Z”
Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me
Thank you

[Verse 2:]
I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me
I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you’d shoot me
So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife
It’s how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray
This is not my life, who am I kidding, it's a thank you note
Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me
So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote
Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat
As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke
Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter
But I didn’t cause I’m an idiot, self-deprecating author
With a paperback edition that isn’t worth a flip through
If I don’t give you the credit that you deserve
You edited the words from the grave and beyond
From the first sign of sun raise at dawn
Till the moonbeam set blaze to my lawn
The universe collapses on my front steps
So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment
And nobody’s upset, there’s no more anger, there’s no more sunsets
So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up
You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I'mma do my best, while you rest in peace

 

[fox69]

"The Baby Stays"

"The Baby Stays"


I got nothing to teach the learnin' curve of your body
i got teeth that could hurt you prolly
with one bite
a tounge with spikes, a rusty knife
i wish you'd take it from me
an gut me like a fish. up tight and selfish
got a lust for life and a death wish
they're husband and wife and they
fuck like they're helpless
am i a product of uninteresting sex
If I'm bored by your pillow-talk and Newport cigarettes?
She chews on fiberglass like a teething infant
he breathes in her stink and seems indifferent
she dreams of children
He hears the pitter-patter of little fetuses
He's like "stand by me,
there's a leech in my briefs and it's bleeding like a stuck pig
Come quick!"
Think of a baby's name, she wanted to call it Quits
I'mma name him Raymond and raise him
like I don't know my own strength
and bench-press the baby naked

Hold it to the sky, like "look what I did!
It's mine, and you can't have it."
Until it rains, and when it rains
he sticks out his tounge to catch it
The baby stays

He just stares into the abyss 'til the abyss blinks
instincts pop up to the surface like pinpricks
still flinch
manhandle the killswitch
peg meet square, get dismantled by drill-bits
the deconstruction of a functional addict
leaving assumptions to a bunch of fanatics
it's just standard procedure
with a automatic pilot light
hide behind a white lab rain coat 'cause the water broke
press eject
first comes the head, then the neck
then the body avalanches out the tape deck
flappin' on the ground like a fish out of its element
No one wants to acknowledge the carnage, the mess or elephant
that's in the room
connected to the womb with a lifeline
labored all day through the morning noon and nighttime
then we cut the cord, fully aware
what we keep on the inside's too personal to share
now we hold it in the air, like "look what happened!"
If we throw it out with the bath water
will you catch it?
or let it go down the drain
if it goes down the drain I'mma snatch it
The baby stays
The baby stays

And I'mma hold it to the sky, like "look what I did!
It's mine, and you can't have it."
Until it rains, and when it rains
he sticks out his tounge to catch it
The baby stays
The baby stays
The baby stays