Sage Francis

[fox69]

"Dirty Mac"

"Dirty Mac"


Who's cryin?
Who's cryin?
Who's cryin?
Shut your whining mouth.

Your girl's been spending lots of time at my place
I been helpin her remove the makeup from her fine face
Telling her to go "Au Natural"
And she trust me cause I'm your pal, thats my style
(Vrooom) I drive the Dirty Mac truck
Convincing her to drink that whole 30 rack up
I sit until I think your girly's mad drunk, then I turn the dirty mac up
What you and her, we shacked up
Well that sucks, we been getting close lately
Special time adds up so don't hate me
It's all about bologna draperies, beef sticks, and meat curtains
Monthly afternoons of bloody hatchet wounds and grease purses
I'm the salt in her pepper, the hop in her steppa
The broccoli in her mi-douth, but she don't want no chedda
(She don't want no chedda?) Naw she want somethin betta
I'd like to thank you homes you the reason why I met her
Who's cryin?

Your baby looks like me.
Who's cryin?
I'm hanging with ya moms.
Who's cryin?
Dirty Mac aroni and cheese for dinner
Who's cryin?
Shut your whining mouth
or I'll give you something to cry about.

You just won a beauty pagent.
Who's cryin?
Cuttin up a whole bunch of unions.
Who's cryin?
This ain't Dancer in the Dark.
Who's cryin?
Shut your whining mouth.
Shut your whining mouth.

 

[fox69]

"Doomage"
(feat. Slug and Brother Ali)

"Doomage"
(feat. Slug and Brother Ali)



Y'all know good and goddamn well
You're fucking with a brother who ain't never had his hand held
And never seemed passed out
Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles
In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you

For this respect, I sweated and bled
And have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said
We're unaware of his racial make up
We know he's an albino but can't science the face up
Never question what I am

G O D knows if you don't, you can never understand
So you need only know that I'm unrelenting
Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending
Cast shadows like light descending

Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending
But I got some shit to tell you on my next record
For now, we and Sage Francis connected and did

Damage, uh
Damage, uh

Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas
Hope is one struggled game thats persistent
0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance
Pistol clear before this new year existed

Somebody get the door, fuck it, let 'em snore
It's all been said before, buried in a metaphor
Lucy is Hip Hop, and Jacob's a prince
Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now

They say I'm buggin' because of the way I love 'em
Nervous 'cause I know I'll never make the perfect husband
What, they treat me like LL for art fucks
They hang out and argue about my clown thought and snort rocks

From the twin cities, call it the deuce
Skinny grizzly bear alcoholic on the loose
Sing with me, show your love, give me proof
Flip the switch to damage and make this planet move

Never intended on making records that seemed too slick
Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT
Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats flosses every day

Ain't he ain't talkin' 'bout my gold teeth
My hobo teeth is no sleep for seeking soulmates
Getting cold feet, if my queen don't awake
My feeble bones break, spines curve
(Now I'm serious)

People don't take time to learn outside the pyramids
What the dilly is? I'm unsure, but so sin surr
Get your hurr did, that ain't a perm, yo, that's a temporary
That ain't a wormhole, that's a cemetary where they bury the lies

I'm lampin', I'm cold, cold lampin' out in the snow, campin'
Cuttin' wires so your phone can't ring
You don't know a damn thing after your city gets undertaken
Pass me a sissy so sucka I'll slay him

Damage, uh, damage, uh
Dances, famine
Damper, dancer, Francis
Hah, MF Doom on the beat

Non Prophets, Slug and Ali
Together at last, like cocks and cunts
Yeah, let's fuck it up, clip that beat

You know, we're pretty much humanous
And that's where we'd like to work from
From that vantage point

Exactly and you know Non Prophets is spelled
Like you know, like P O R P H E T like meaning
Like Non Prophets, almost like a pun in the word

 

[fox69]

"Drop Bass"
(feat. Vocab)

"Drop Bass"
(feat. Vocab)



[Verse One] [Sage Francis]
I see the moon rise before the sun got a chance to set
I use God's tool to play a game of advanced Roulette
The romance of sweat got me feelin' things I can't forget
I question life but ain't been asked for answers yet
Inventing dance steps

[Vocab]
Your man slept
On my appearance and got his pants wet

My third eye will magnify while you get burned just like ants get
[V] Spread the message, period, but haven't felt the cramps yet
But yo, you're lookin' bloated but you know kid I canceled your check
[V] I wish this underground art would have kept its
Origin and essence
Fuck a Lexus, champagne and a diamond necklace
Yo, stop being restless
Commercialism's hip hop's death wish
I battle both sex for a Rolex on your left wrist
Just to show y'all what time it is
[V] Vocab is divine with his
Sage is who this rhymer is
[V] Y'all be lyin', we're just tryin' to live
Cause MCs
Run some crazy shit
Rappin' like they're in a Scorsese flick
Lazy with their lyrics
[V] Raise your spirits
Cause they're sellin', the audience is buyin'
The predicament that I’m in, they’ll be rhymin’ in I-talian
[V] It's all Greek to me
So I'll flip it in Sicilian
Millions of civilians became Godfathers with no children
[V] Microphones are placed with cigars
Kids in bars
[V] Thinkin' they're hard
Singin' wack songs
[V] But won't listen to ours
Yo they won't listen to ours
[V] I heard the system in their cars
Bumpin'
[V] A whole lot of nothin'
Makin' me hold the mic like prison bars

[Hook] [Both]
Ignorance has been driven to far
It's givin' my wisdom a Scar like the one on your Face
Smokin' izm with y'all
That ain't the system of Allah
Ha ha
I love God, while you love to drop bass
[V] I heard that Sage Francis, he loves to drop bass
I heard that Vocab was so bad that cracker dropped bass
[Both] Non Prophets, awe shit, we never drop bass
Too busy pickin’ up the treble cause levels are out of place

[Verse Two] [Vocab]
While heads disgrace I catch a redface from stress signals
The music’s just a way to make the women’s ass and chest jiggle
Most of these rap stars can pass as sex symbols
More publicity, when the industry flash the next single

[Sage]
It's simple but you don't know if they laugh with or laugh at you
[V] Specifically, past issue
Their activity is ass tissue
Son, I'd break their jaw but I'm not sure if it's glass or crystal
Blow a fast whistle on ass nipples who say they blast a pistol
[V] It's a cash scandal, their career is a juggling gamble
Too much struggle to handle
[V] Our commercial ca-ca command you
[Both] Ca-Ca, commercial, command you, what?
To be a trend
[V] To be a fad
To be something brand new
[V] The origin was underground
Why'd they have to shape shift?
You went from up to down and couldn't elevate with a face lift
So, take this message as a tasteless breakfast
To feed your mind while Sage and Vocab made this checklist
I'm no sexist
But rap tramps would rather blast stamps with a lap dance
[V] But they write their own lyrics!
Fat chance
[V] But they think their own gimmicks
No, creative control
When I'm in good spirits, maybe I'll save their souls
[V] When these days get cold
I can hardly speak till I feel my girl's body heat
Manifesting the form of a hip hop beat
People swarm if they stop in the street
Before I'm gone I got 'em clappin' their hands and stompin' their feet
[V] They're torn
Between what they like
[V] And what' they're told to like
Never too old to fight
[V] If you're known to bite
Then what's your soldier strike?
[V] I show the light
But you don't know it right
[V] Cause someone stole your sight
Leavin' my wisdom scared
[V] Like prison bars, that's how I hold the mic

[Hook] [Both]
Ignorance has been driven too far
It's givin' my wisdom a Scar like the one on your Face
Smokin' izm with y'all
That ain't the system of Allah
Ha ha
I love God, while you love to drop bass
[V] I heard that Sage Francis, he loves to drop bass
I heard that Vocab was so bad the cracker dropped bass
[Both] Non Prophets, awe shit, we never drop bass
We're too busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place
Level's are out of place
[V] Devil's are hard to trace
[Both] Hip hop is a disgrace
No doubt, no doubt, level's are out of place
[V] But Devil's are hard to place
[Both] Hip hop is a disgrace no diggity

[Sage]
Ayo my man Joe Beats he loves to drop
Bass
[Vocab]
My son Jeru, yo he loves to drop
Bass
Yo, the almighty Lig Hi loves to drop
Bass
[V] Yo, my brother Natural, he always drops
Bass
Dave at Boo Studio loves to drop
Bass
[V] My man, DJ Perceious loves to drop
Bass
The whole T.S.S., nah, we never drop bass
To busy pickin' up the treble cause level's are out of place

 

[fox69]

"Embarrassed"
(feat. Slug & Eyedea)

"Embarrassed"
(feat. Slug & Eyedea)



[Intro - Slug]
Look at me for a second
No, seriously, look at me
Honestly, ask yourself this
Lookin at me, do you really think that there is any way possible for you to embarrass me?
Look at me! Do you really think I care what you think?
Do you really think I care what you say?
Look at me!

[Hook - All]
I'm embarrased by my past actions and even more ashamed
Of my present thoughts and future endeavors to clear my name [x2]

I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassing, I'm an embarrassment, and it's all addin' up [x2]

[Verse 1 - Sage Francis]
I'm so preoccupied with self indulgence to see
What you provided me, I fully appreciate your offerings
And the awful things in are lessened
By lessons of self-acceptance I want blessings
And I regret keeping a distance
For future reference over bridges are preventable, I know the traps
Humanity as a whole will collapse, now close the gaps
We dwell on what we share, and what separates us
We're all different, but what makes us a unit?
Music is a universal language; so is anguish, pain, and torment
Balance of emotions, it shows a happiness upon us
No more pickin' sides, one without the other is impossible
(Uhh, forgot what I was supposed to say)
They call it bi-polar, unstable conditions, they got me lookin' over my shoulder
The book that I wrote ya', was meant to move the time slower
But it was spent cookin' my mind's motor, now I'm older

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Eyedea]
Yeah, it was in the cards that I'm to be forever haunted
Hip hop is slowly but surely becoming the Big Brother
I never wanted homie to hurt me, purely to mic
Still my head is astonished with Sonics and Stetics
Poetics and knowledge and polished rhetoric
Everything has its negative
Conscience consciously edit
Constantly get rid of the rigorous repetitive movements
Been better than you since...
It's easier to talk to you about it than to do it
Here I am, center of the spotlight
They all drunk and smilin', waiting for their cockfight
"Time to entertain" says the clock of life
So I became the freaky kid I'm starin' at, even though you know it's not right
Embarrassment, it's in between insecurity and arrogance
I'm a machine with a clarity I can barely grip
So if I seem red in the face, it's not 'cause I feel out of place
It's just that

[Hook x2]

[Breakdown x2 - Slug]
And I can yell all day, all night, all day
And I still doubt that you would hear a word I say
And I can drive all night, all day, all night
But if you stay with me, you'll never get it right

[Verse 3 - Slug]
I was never much for the self-driven skepticism
I was that cat that let distraction affect my vision
You were the kitten that was screaming to
Cover up the sound of landing or crashing, however it was going down,
But it's goin' down and it's goin' fast
And I have no doubts about whether or not it's gonna last
Fill the glass, tilt your head back
Let it trickle through the throat to where you hide your giggles and your laughs
I'll wait to find the correct departure time
Shine my eyes to keep the lies from climbin' up inside my mind
Some belong to you, and some belong to me,
But none of them can escape the contemplation necessary
You can't scare me, but you can keep it buried
Put your hands on the circle; try to steer me
And now that I sing all of my songs worth singing,
I'm guessing that it's just a test to see how strong I can bring it.

 

[fox69]

"Escape Artist"

"Escape Artist"


(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)

When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like pick a card, any card
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines
I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game

Escape Artist

I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves
I play through the pain and remain conscience
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
none of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
letters are falling apart
but the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent
never been missed
I've just been mis-
worded and mis-
interpreted, it's
funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
results in the death sentences filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
and every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I never payed attention
But I can't afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now

When I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And I'll respect it
Check it,
In a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this already broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That's why you still live at home
And I bought this house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself
(gettin ahead of myself)
I see the hair on my back
(see the hair on my back)
I'm on the road reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What's worth remembering
Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
none of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
letters are falling apart
but the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent
never been missed
I've just been mis-
worded and mis-
interpreted, it's
funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
results in the death sentences filling my running assignment
but none of this is getting told in confidence
I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of spacial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances
And a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can kill
And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is vacant
They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick
Holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the roof top with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Escape Artist [x5]

I'm in two places at once

Escape Artist

I ain't slept in months

Escape Artist

I'm just trying to get away
Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

(Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
No magic in the break
Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by
Escape Artist)

[continues in background]

[Sage Francis:]
(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart!
You know it's too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
I'll never fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

[Slug:]
Make some noise for Sage Francis ya'll!

 

[fox69]

"Eviction Notice"

"Eviction Notice"


Fuckin' doin' it

This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter
It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines

There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be that way
Her last days are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and that's pricely
Trying to intercept the passing away I've asked nicely

But I've learned not to feed the hand that bites me
This morning the cradle rocks the hand
As I bang on pots and pans
she's just playing in her warning labeled box again
She wants a man I can look up to, a role model to come through--
Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape
All the while practicing my firm handshake
Hair, trigger-finger itch to spark any conversation
Said explosive personalities don't part deadly confrontation
What happens in between her lips
She needs a fix more than she knows her friend's a bitch
And needs to go

There's a note on the door..
Eviction notice

"Listen, one of us is leaving, and when I say US I mean YOU...
YOU'RE leaving. (You're leaving... You're leaving.)"

I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all
And ain't no little piece of paper gonna kick me out y'all!
What?? I'm in the house, I'm in the house
And ain't no legal separation gonna kick my ass out
I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all
And ain't no new boyfriend gonna kick me out, y'all!
Fuck that, I'm in the house, I'm in the house
Ain't no snot-nosed brat gonna kick my ass out

Pick ME! Please leave me believe me
please leave me believe me please
Please leave me believe me please leave me
please believe me, leave me leave me..

This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter
Basically it's about how sacrifice and vices will invite themselves
to an overstayed welcome at your haunted house parties

There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be like that
Her final evenings have her drowning in a nightcap, and that's costly
Trying to keep her on the right track I ask softly
But she just says "BACK OFF ME"
And I've learned to space her private respect
She breathes some room to need and every afternoon proceeds
To mix her liquid sitter while preparing baby food to feed
She wants I man I can look up to, a mentor-- Fuck you!
Get your things packed
Yes kids, the poison is the message in the bottle
Before the dawn she'll have to kill all fetal positions by ingesting a
morning-after pill
Crawling fast until I get rewarded for how good I've behaved
While practicing my goodbye wave..
Should I stay? After planning my escape routes
And shouting out, "Is there a lifeguard in the lighthouse?"
To the rescue bottle mouth-to-mouth between her lips she sips
She needs a fix more than she knows her friend's a bitch

And there's a note on the door..
Eviction notice

Fun times fun times, ("Fuck you!") fun times fun times fun times
("Fuck you!") Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun times
("Fuck you, get the fuck out of my house...")
Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun times
Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun tiiiimes!!! ("Fuck YOU!")
One more time guys, fun times fun times fun tiiiimes!
("Get out.")

I love you

("Get out!!! Get the fuck out of here! GET OUT!! Go.")

Your mother would like to hear from you

 

[fox69]

"Eye Of The Tiger"

"Eye Of The Tiger"


Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger
IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all
With the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds still we take to the street
For the kill, with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger
IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all
With the eye of the tiger

Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all
With the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger

 

[fox69]

"Flashback 96"

"Flashback 96"


No tricks
No tricks

It's just a flashback-

Now I can't even think back
When I reminisce on my own past I cringe
It gets under my skin like a syringe.
I binge on food for thought.
Avoiding memory lane on my way home
Get lost and have to look for a pay phone
It's so strange
I've got no change
I could have sworn I did when I left
My breath gets heavy with every theft
Y'all didn't round my childhood [?]
If I could have smiled I would
Try to keep them to a minimum
But one got cracked while I was killing 'em
Back to the present here and now in modern times
When Satan's got me signing dotted lines
I pick up the phone and call
People in my own hometown collect
And tell them things change, but they just won't accept
That's no surprise; it's so ironic me having to ask them for directions
But I just got dead air, cut lines and bad connections
People who would help
Change their number to unlisted
411 info left me unassisted
Wickedly twisted happenings
Is it coincidence?
I choose to think so.
Deep in thought my eyes blink slow
Pictures appear like slideshows
Cause my mind knows
Each and every minute detail
Total recall is leaving me pale
Sick to my stomach
Nauseous
Forces of nature bring my homing instinct
It stinks
It's so distinct.
Now let me think a minute.
Huh, this is the much traveled trail from my past
No one unbeaten path
And funny memories are now making me laugh

Just a flash back kid, it's just a flashback
I'm getting laughed at mental attack, mental attack

I should design forts
To pro-tect my mind
From these time warps
'Cause I'm off course
Begin to rethink my final thoughts
Philosophies
My personal creations face conflict
You're slipping
By following my footsteps
Cause I'm slick
Now I stand alone in this ghost town
My clothes make the most sound
Upside down smiles
Grin while folks frown
I feel my Sacred
Heart get filled with hatred
Ancient rituals of a teary eyed child
with nothing fake kid
the flash backs of my past acts
Are numerous
Inside the uterus
Other kinds haven't been so humorous

My laugh lines are faked for the last time
I'm past my prime
Climaxing again is a task of mine
I'm homeward bound; break out the map and atlas
I ask gas station attendants kid and they act pissed
I'm black listed
For not staying true to white lies
I fight guys in darkness
Heartless until the night dies.
And Then I shed some light on what's the matter
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter
When the hard stairs made it shatter
7 years back luck?
That ain't nothing new !
I'm searching for something true
But most my friends are fronting too.
What's up with you?
Only once you catch amnesia
Same old procedure
Valuable times lost at leisure
Plus I broke my compass
The needle always points backwards
There's no communications
Whack herbs
That cost me black words
Impossible
Facial expressions in sign language
Cause your mind your mind anguish
Misinterpretations are dangerous
No one knows who the stranger is
But still yet know my face is vaguely familiar,
Thinking back wouldn't kill you would it?
Or would it?
I can't catch no one's attention
Even Ignored by the lord
my mind sided dimensions

It's just a flashback kid, it's just a flashback
I'm getting laughed at mental attack; mental attack…

 

[fox69]

"Follow Me"

"Follow Me"


The secretive type
I like to creep in the night
But I speak under my breath to be polite
I'm talking about you
Inconspicuous keep killing that sweet feeling
The mystique's building
I only speak to the freakishly sheep children
For some cheap thrill thing
I'll be willing to make purchases on my credit card
As long as its of discrete billing
I am expected to get murdered by bombs
So I open up my mailbox with surgical tongs
Rubbing antibacterial paste on my virginal palms
Let me guess the littlest complex in Oedipus works for my momz
I've heard of the song by the guy
What's his face who say's those things
I love that song
I think its called ambiguity
And the music be
Handed to you and me
In the form of animal cruelty
I'm heading to the laboratory
To free some mice today
Heading back to the lab
To prove the skin color of Jesus Christ is gray
Impressionable minds have nothing even nice to say
Your brain is putty in my hands
My man it seems just like some clay
See I'm strange
I'll take my time to rearrange
Your frame of mind
You'll want to be the Sage wait in line
With the rest of them grape vines
Swinging idiots
You ain't busting no grape and making wine
You ain't duplicating my rhyming bitch
I'm older and dirtier than that bastard baby Jesus is
Masturbating penises in a alley way where she just is
Thinking that's enough and it is
Asking can I live
Is the way these asinine kids imply that they are dead
Already they are
Get in your car
Release the breaks
Put it in neutral
I won't steer you wrong
This way to the future
Follow along
Come follow me

 

[fox69]

"Freestyle Confession"

"Freestyle Confession"


[Intro:]
Yeah, check this. Uh. Sage Francis

In an effort to salvage even the slightest percentage of what I once had
Has left me with vital organs, which much has hemorrhaged
My innards twist and turn, I'm convinced that sin is learned
Their lesson once the minutes burn, not their soul
I'm sick with concern about my operative role
Deadbeat inhabitants
On planet Earth
Are programmed at birth to be apathetic at events
Even if athletic they're inadequate
Turning sexually active to abstinent, mentally absent
You're not accepting of me, new accent
Different tone
Whether listening on the phone long distance or reading an interesting poem
In this instance
Hearing a song spoken out
I can fill my tub with confidence and still soak in doubt
Stick some soap in my mouth
When I speak in bubbles
It'll give me the appearance of a cartoon and weaken my troubles
Then with every step I take I'll be leavin' puddles
And though you damp, everybody drowns when I flood town
I'm being to discreet and subtle
Man, you figure this kid would be learning
To stay away from ambiguous wording
Understand it's disturbing
Purposefully I stall
How many times can I be treated rudely during a courtesy call?
I've been left with a dial tone
Yes denied on the phone
I'm depressed, I'm alone
Time to forget writing a poem
My mind's been set, the light has been shown
I'll confess on the microphone
Now in the past year, I've done some of the worst things imaginable
Not including making songs that hopefully bring capital
I've resided in places that are practically inhabitable
And I know none of this really matters to you but I shall continue
In recent months
I don't think I've been decent once
My view of this world has been skewed, I see all priests as punks
Respect for women?
All bitches, freaks and stunts
My mental is temporal cause my physical has increased with lumps
That could be cancerous
But I try to convince myself there's no chance of this
Since all I've been doing is paying attention to physical health
The medicine on my shelf goes untouched
Don't wanna admit, I need help
Even though I know I need help, but I can't help it
I've accepted a hard truth
Given by ma dukes
See as a kid
I always peeled off fresh scabs that left me with a scared youth
You can check my blemishes and tarnished background if you want proof