Sage Francis

[fox69]

"Inherited Scars"

"Inherited Scars"


[Verse 1]
I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still
I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I'm running a losing race
Your legs aren't the only ones marked up - how many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do,
Except I use paper instead of my body now; it's something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother doing father figure 8's
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,
But what's with the choice of words?
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
I'm a vagabond, who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happening
You've got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironic come to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors
I'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through
You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you

[Chorus]
If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
if I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?
Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
I'd add them to my collection while smiling
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

[Verse 2]
Hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speak
Tongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
No matter the length of the needle
marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
Feel the pin prick The grim reep what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine
Your threshhold for pain is greater than mine
So I'm waiting in the lines that you give me patiently,
While you get cut in the lines that THEY make YOU wait inin ways that they can't see
If there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes,
say it to me But don't do it with a knife under your clothes
Because the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
I'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
You might just aim for a day that its raining to strike a vein to take my name in
Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?I bet
I know the dialect It's nowhere I haven't been before
With skin that's sore Battle scars that rise from our inner war
Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
proving the pain and hurt is relative

All this pain and hurt is relative...

[repeat chorus]

Fade to black

 

[fox69]

"Inner Conflict"

"Inner Conflict"


I conflict with those who are tricked by the gimmick market and can't think with logic. Logics are in the distance so I'm makin a pop hit hip hop is askin themselves why this kid talks shit it's just I'm never breakin even so I throw an art fit sick of rappers sayin' fresh but stink like armpit and couldn't test a single member that's within our clique. I'll bring it to you right now but you don't really want it. I'm born to the sauce that make ya heart skip, if you rolled as much as you're told you'd get car sick. a constant my pissed off audience is at your concert, sittin in the front row, get wet with what they all spit. I'll be standin in the back hittin ya with a tall stick. I could drown your ass in oil and still ya not slick. Winnin over your fan base make em say "aw shit" right in ya damn face. Confidence, you lost it.

Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard shit ... Inner conflict.
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit... Inner conflict.
Corny white boys just want jokes, this isn't a comic strip... Inner conflict.
Still I bring the conflict, I sing of conflict, I'm in a conflict... I'd rather be artistic.

Painting pictures with my words while freaking a tar pit, you're broad strokes are filed with lead, so what you're eating's toxic. With this poisonous self destruction you're feeling, stop it. Taking more than god's name in vein making your beating heart quit. Put you on the floor then pull the carpet out from under your feet and watch you drop quick, flying through the airwaves hit you in a drop kick on the WWF wrought his war tip, run up in your crib and watch that horse trip, playing healthy mind games that keep her thoughts sick the plot is not the only thing I think is in this porn flick, once I'm done with her you really think she wants your dick?

That's not how I'd rather be.
This is not who I would rather be.
This is not what I would rather be.

I am not lit hittin on some club hoppin' bar chick, I star to flick name dropping on some super star trick, only for the sake of seein her jump on the jock quick simply get that cock trick spit what your mom drip. Back to these bastards who claim they got grip, take your finger off the safety and let your glock click. Aim for the back of my fist, make it your target, stigmata. I let the blood from my palm drip, I've got to cold and sober(?) socials in the Arctic, I'll single-handedly rip through your family make it look like a mob hit, better stiff it if your biscuit got limp, I'll go down head first like Fred Durst for a hot lick of this lollipop stick.

Sick of suckers thinking they can balk it. Hip-hop rip offs over a guitar lick. That little bitch has slit his wrists with his guitar pick. I stick to my convictions, it don't make me a convict, I compliment only those who deserve the prospect, never tried the chronic chucked the tire tonic, not your normal human assuming I'm bionic, bout to blow up listen to my inner time bomb click.

Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard shit ... Inner conflict.
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit... Inner conflict.
Corny white boys just want jokes, this isn't a comic strip... Inner conflict.
Still I bring the conflict, I sing of conflict, I'm in a conflict... I'd rather be artistic

 

[fox69]

"Intuition"

"Intuition"


[Jaysonic]
I went from extrovert to introvert exhibitionist pervert
Floatin down the river Stix on the search for a curse word
Something much worse than the one that I first heard
Baby let me make your pain glow like rainbow sherbet
Cause it hurts so good and if it don't than it should
Right now is the last time I use the word could
I rock rhymes as dope as Jennifer Lopez
Rockin pro keds on Saint Tropez
Ridin round town on florescent mopeds
Keep it movin with your bad self girl go 'head
Bring that beat back back back to reality
You rap for salary? I rap to burn the calories
Now walk the thin line between truth and fallacy
Now who got that sure shot like a shooting gallery?
Don't answer I seen your reply in your eyes
Sittin here peelin onions tryin to make myself cry
People call you a chicken? Must be the breast and thighs
All for $2.99 with a soda and fries?
What a deal your sorta like a four course meal
Sweetheart you ain't perfect but that's how I know you're real

[Chorus]
I always knew, I always had a feelin
Call it intuition, I know with what I'm dealin
I always knew, I always had a feelin
Call it intuition, I know know I know

[Sage]
What we have here is a failure to communicate
At each others throats ready to mutilate
A true waste of energy let's conserve our power and rejuvenate
Cause neither of us is absolutely sure of who to hate
I always had a feelin it would come to this I ain't one to dis
But talking ish has left me nothin but pissed
You won't be missed replaced by loneliness
It's my best friend lifelong companion
Send my regards to the earths and the gods
Tryin to get even with me so we always be at odds
I see through facades if you saw what I've seen
You'd make it a point from then on to keep your eyes clean
Role models hold bottles of visine
Red eyes get led by lies guys cry and scream
But you can't understand the words that I speak
If your minds weak that's ok cause you one fine freak
You could get away with spreading ignorance not making any sense
We never should've been sweating my innocence
Cause ever since then I felt guilt ridden
Still I didn't fit in who was I kiddin
I always had a funny feeling that it would end up this way
Display affection? Nah I knew the outcome
How come? Cause I've seen it all before
Call me raw perceiving almost every girl as a tawdry whore
Why end our ride on the emotional seesaw
Then cherry bomb me that's what I land on my feet for
I keep poor so don't expect me to buy things
Each hand don't need five rings we all expect to die kings
Or queens not really knowin what it means
Livin off of dreams must not be enough caffeine in coffee beans
Killin me softly with schemes offer me a means of escape
There it is let's break

I always knew, I always had a feelin
Call it intuition, I know with what I'm dealin
I always knew, I always had a feelin
Call it intuition, We know know I know

 

[fox69]

"Jah Didn't Kill Johnny"

"Jah Didn't Kill Johnny"


Yeah. Holler at ya boy
Holler at your boy. Do shit
Do remember, Holler at your boy
Go back, a few weeks on this one. Go way way back
This life ain't for everyone,
But for some of us. Yeah. Life is easy
This song right here, going out a childhood mentor of mine, father John.
Holler.
Touched me as a kid, I want you to know, still feeling you.
Life is easy
Jah didn't kill Johnny
He had a date with death
It was a slow train coming
And we've all got a train to catch
But Lord, take your filthy claws off the rest of my freinds.
That is, of course, if they ain't already dead.
I make no demands. I just make amends.
I make my bed and I'm a lie in it
But before I die...please...don't take anymore of my friends.
Please don't take anymore of my friends. Life is easy.
The smoke didn't kill Johnny. The drink didn't kill Johnny.
The junk didn't kill Johnny. And the women didn't kill Johnny.
Was it the road? I don't know. Was it rock and roll? I don't think so.
But God, God, God, God, God...would never...kill...Johnny Cash
He had a train to catch.
He had a date with death
And we've all got a train to catch.
Life is easy. Holler at ya boy. Life is easy.

 

[fox69]

"Jaw Of Steel"

"Jaw Of Steel"


Everybody want Kevin but nobody want fed.
I played cemetaries, been heckled by the dead.
But Jeckel never Hyde. Every rhyme that I said
was part man, part wolf. Fight. Never fled.

Tighten up the rents on little leather boots.
The type to make advances but then never recruits.
Loosing to the man while the independent groups
got a bullet proof plan: "don't meddle with the suits".

My peddle got the loops. My chamber got the echo.
Invested way too much in this here anger to let go.
My vicious cycle is a calm steady tempo.
I always extinguish birthday candles with a death blow.

Dim mark. Hand touch of the faithful.
Secrets never leak. Keep the Mescalito playful.
Devil on my shoulder saying "I don't need no angel".
Other shoulder's cold silence hanging from a halo.

It's the Jaw of Steel.

Swing low sweet chariot of fire.
Let me know if you need any help carrying it higher.
Had it up to here with this valley of desire,
being fearful of a god, and married to a liar.

Now daddy's tired of the war that he feels.
Mommy's defenseless with a cross on her shield.
The golden glove champ born in a field,
backed into a corner, it's the Jaw of Steel.

Rewind, Selector. Run that tape backwards.
Reverse the curse and become radioactive.
It takes practice just excepting these straight jackets
in a land full of snakes without no Saint Patricks.

My Irish temper is a curse that is a blessing.
A sign that I'm alive although at first it gets upsetting.
A burst of adrenaline that then turns to depression...
And I only go to church for a funeral or wedding.

Sometimes I can't tell one from the other.
The type of place where you could loose a best friend or a lover.
A bunch of people crying, keepin stuff under the cover.
Confess all your sins, mother fucker.

Come down, Selector. Boom! Bye bye to the emperor.
Would you die? Die for his leather?
Rely on the weather. They manipulate it with machines.
Parade around naked til you freeze.

Tornado chase her. Drink with your rival.
Listen to the wind get caught in the spin cycle.
Worship the idol American psycho.
Portrait of a boxer trading in his golden gloves for a rifle.

Chik-chik a-chik cha-chin check.
Chik-chik chik-chik cha-chin check.
Chik-chik chik-chik cha-chin check.
Chik-chik chik-chik cha-chin check.

 

[fox69]

"Jesus In A Bowl Of Germs"

"Jesus In A Bowl Of Germs"


Pictures of fields without fences...
Shangri La...
and Jesus, Jesus in a bowl of germs

(don't get scared dad...)

after all god loves this whole of worms, but hates common black sheep who refuse to follow the shepherd. Who heard little lambs into slaughter? LISTEN - to the silence of the man's-LIFE-is a serial killer far
too complex to expose any logical pattern, below saturn and mars there are stars dominating the tunnel vision of cast obstruction and jesus might have been a biological weapon of mass destruction,
specifically designed to wipe out millions with vanity and pride, lab engineered and born, advanced chemistry in a bowl of germs like hybrid corn, complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking and smirking under a crown of thorns.

The crucifixion was a hoax, a cruel joke shop poison rose bud, emanating smoke screen and only begotten son soap suds,
Come and Wash Your Sins Away!, said the spider to the flying rows of holy roman hope bugs.
Let's see if we can give noah's old flood a run for it's money with the first drop of cold blood from the cross began a damned birth. the contamination spread without aids hospital orderly's or cancer sticks, and stone moving angels, but no bones for artifacts or relics, just a vacant hole on easter sunday and a note about his rising soul, sounds pretty fishy; stand atop the mount and feed me loaves of bullshit our last meal was a feast at a table headed by a lupine figure hiding in fleece.
no one ever thought to check jesus for the sign of the beast, no one ever lifted his hair and looked beneath, it was there on his neck, no one cared, or was even looking for proof.
what, you didn't expect joe and mare' to volunteer the truth, and judas did not hang from his own noose,
it was just made to look that way, Jesus Christ! he was a planned device, schizophrenic double edge sword; prophet and antichrist;
good but ultimately evil, with multiple people within shouting orders. leading the flock over the border and through the woods into the land of honey milk and slaughter,
selling water for wine in between black out gorges on swine, eventually leading up to crusaders with torches in line, all the way to Jerusalem from north of the Rhine,
infected by motives that were all but divine, and the same virus has still got the sons and daughters of time on life support waiting for orders to die.
they struggle to stay afloat while their saviour keeps walking on by, on top of the water kicking salt in their eyes.
it's all in the mind state, they're all still alive but planning their own wake, waiting for the wave of an apocalypse that already came to break;
FUCK ARMEGEDDON, life is heaven and hell, the only fate is what we make the only fate is what we make fate is what we make, fate is what we make, we make fate.

your essence was conceived and born to breathe in pictures of fields without fences, it remains relatively unconcerned with this non existent god forsaken whole of worms; natural selection has you headed for shangri-la, don't settle for jesus in a bowl of germs, don't settle for allah, amon-ra, vishnu, or abraham in a bowl of germs. don't settle for anything less than universal respect for every living creature that has breath in it's lungs and chest regardless of race, sex, preference, or whatever the fuck it says in ancient text.

 

[fox69]

"Keep Moving"

"Keep Moving"


I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed
Like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling out my briefcase

Miss Intuition, the half-truth harlot
Got her suspicions
Lacks proof but wants it
I've been practicin grabbin the noose when the knot slips
Rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss
And while they're busy reloading
I'm decoding the messages she sent with this key I keep holding
But it's a copy
And the lock seems broken
Got me chokin' on discussions I cannot keep open
I'm fully clothed in this cock-tease moment
The last cigarette sits between my lips
But I will not smoke it
While it dangled I got strangled by a second hand
Broke the ropes when I held my breath and let my chest expand
Threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire
Told him that he owed me and he showed me his hand's on fire
We didn't shake on it
He nodded, I nodded back
He lit the cigarette with his finger and dropped the gat
I started walking the tracks you should've tied me to
I waited for a train to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you
When I turned my head
I heard what you said:
"Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed"
So I fled
As I remembered one should never look back
There's no direction home only blood on the tracks
Stuck in the past
I jetted and left the red footprints for them to follow
Headed toward tomorrow
And took sips from the flask
That you bought me
For my sober anniversary
Her dad tracks my scent
She's got her old man in search of me
He knows where I'm headed, he's been there
King of the home
Sits on his throne like it's an electric chair
I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence
I see people accepting lethal injections
Dead in seconds
They confused prison for a bed in breakfast
Used their one call on voicemail to see who left a message
Could it be her?
Could it be!?
They're desperate
Mad at me cause they lack a strategy for exit
Nobody pregnant, nobody get burped
I got lost on this head trip but won't talk to an expert
My legs hurt cuz I've been walking with cement boots
Ever since you lured me to the water bed to get cute
She had a wet suit and dry dispostion
But couldn't execute that type of mission
It's no small time thing organizing my ending
My book of life
Is a "Choose Your Own Adventure"
With a circular section
You can tell your friends I walked all over you
But you know that's not what these boots were made to do
In fact, you had them crafted at the store
Said, "Baby, slip em on" but I don't know what you take me for.
I knew what was up once I felt nailed to the floor
And since the key didnt work I kicked my way through the door

I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling out my briefcase

I keep moving
I go from house to house
I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out
I bounce
Yeah I'm leaving this place
Divorce papers falling the fuck out my briefcase

I am no destination
I am just the journey
So don't go settling on me, love
No, don't go settling on me

I am no destination
I am just the journey
So don't go settling on me, love
No, don't go settling on me

I am no destination
I am just the journey
So don't go settling on me, love
No, don't go settling on me

Speak of me in your travels
Take pictures if you please
But don't go settling on me, love
No don't go settling on me

 

[fox69]

"Kiddie Litter"

"Kiddie Litter"


Lights flicker on the frame of a light sleeper...watching sports,
In a stained wife beater and boxer shorts.
Night creeps in-between the uneven slides of venetian blinds
And it sees signs of struggle.

He resides in a jungle where the weeds dry and tumble
Every time he deserts love and leaves behind his troubles.
This time it seems he's finally humbled;
Defeated by the feline he's been trying to subdue, beaten while they cuddle.

Now subtle differences got him running from images.
Weird as it is, circus mirrors are a serious fear of his.
He stays a safe distance from the scary kid,
His beard is big and he wears a wig in public appearances.

Here he is...half alive in the flesh suit,
Curious and appetizer by the fresh fruit,
Served on a dish at his nightly help group.
Who dreamt of catching better Z's? Most people would've slept through it.

If you ain't been through it, then you don't know the way the days
Just waste away. A change of pace needs to take place
I play with razor blades and I shake
Until I shave my face and the break....

Of day lights flicker on the frame of a light sleeper...watching sports,
In a stained wife beater and boxer shorts.
Sun rays creep in-between the uneven slides of venetian blinds
And it sees signs of struggle.

He hides a bundle of demons behind the stubble.
Sleep dehydrates him 'til the dreams dry and crumble.
Bleeding from his eyes, the scene of the crime's a puddle,
Where he cries Uncle...and doesn't realize he's lovable.

Lover girl doesn't purr because she sees
Something of hers stuck in a world that needs to be freed.
This cat's got tongues tied 'til she leaves,
A curiosity that could kill an entire species.

"See these fingers of mine?" Yes.
"It's time to see if one of them fits the dark ring around your eyes," She says.
So she sends me to a guy who signs permission slips.
And if his finger fits...

He's going to poke inside to see what's alive.
So I went to where she sent me only to find a blind man
With worn down fingertips.
And his neck was a library full of razor bumbs.
He placed a cup on a tabled labeled "Talk to Me"
And he snuck a smile passed the customs of his scruffy face.
He just stared in my general direction and said...

 

[fox69]

"Killing Muslims"

"Killing Muslims"


Women in Pakistan cover their faces if women and the husbands don't drink and gamble.
The prettiest girl in Charlestown gets beat up if the Celtics lose,
this year they made the playoffs and her jaw got a chance to heal.
Ever since I moved to Bushwick, I work graveyard and two things keep me up during the day.
I sleep through bullets cause I live on the second floor, but the ice cream truck plays nursery rhymes of demons, movin' around the block real slow while everybody cheers like its the special olympics.
Water baloons are called air conditioners, the forth of July is celebrated with pistols, you don't pledge allegiance and read the wall street journal. The post has pictures of trust fund Arabs on wanted posters.

Killing Muslims is like beatin' up your girlfriend, it brings working people together.
My generation was lazy, Killing Iraqis and training Afghanis to shoot Russians, thats like beatin' up your girlfriend in front of the children.
Think somebody's not gonna grow up and hit you back? Stupid.
A prophet's a bloody mary with cheap vodka that makes the hangover worse.
War is God's method of teaching American geography.
Jesus is tired of telling Arabs that they are dying for the sins of his followers.

I work the night shift protecting pictures of other people's children getting paid for doing nothing because I understand how the system works!
Supervisors away, I win, clock out with the sun, the ice cream man will burn!
Nazis scraped the ovens to make soap and candles. Australians carved ash trays with aborigine's craniums but killing Muslims is pointless because gas is still expensive!

Wether a solider fucks a cunt or a rectum its a dead Arab on the other end of the rifle.
Life goes on if a genocide isn't yours.
Automatic weapons are built in Michigan so Palestinians can be target practice for half a century.
I'm a bad influence, cause I can't stand college students for peace.
Put the fear of God in the chosen people, see thats my tax money your firing.
The only tragedy of the 21st century is that Jews have not reached the status of being white, even on stolen land!
Suicide bombings are abstract if you've got something to live for its the poorest and useless Hamas Jihad and Al Qaeda wearing the belts of C4 like a Jim Jones kiss.

Because
all
God's
children
have
faith.

 

[fox69]

"Killing Time"

"Killing Time"


Yeah
Yo, this is Sage representin Secret Service, yo

Welcome to my world kid I've been waitin for a long time
You come with memories and leave with a free will and a strong mind
It's all fine I hope your girl came prepared
My facial hair is like a web I'm catchin knowledge in my beard
Not much is kept though, I let go into the dying hunger
I'm catching teardrops on my tongue from the crying thunder
Why am I younger than you thought I was? be patient
Soon enough you'll see through my physical into a soul that's ancient
My mental age exceeds my chronological it seems illogical
Full comprehension remains marginal
Fully phenomenal wait forever for invasion
Time, it ain't nothin but an unsolved equation
My mind is a prefound universe filled with curse words
My rhyme is a release of peace thought as I disperse verbs
Design a plan of escape into oblivion
Seriously I can't withstand the land that we're both living in
Come with me and give me support, supply assistance
We'll drive the distance and probably die in the persistence
Of breaking free from the age old constraints
Infinity continues, the life force curls fate
The energy drains from the power surges, devoured the urges
The fear is primal when the final hour emerges
Procrastinate and wait until the last minute
My ass is in it, to win, for an infinite
Number of light years as I fight fears that I felt
Since time began let my mind expand with no help
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Putting a chill in my spine, ready and willing I'm

Killing Time
Couldn't be no iller crime
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Killing Time
Before I reach my prime
Killing time, Killing time

I grab ahold of the hour hand that's got too much power man
Devouring my hopes every now and then
I try to break it down again Go from plan A through Z
Smoothly my mission turns into a murder mystery movie
Move me into a better rap protection witness program
Don't understand Time is no time to have fear for no man
Your whole clan could hold scams I got schemes that ain't been tried before
That's what you're dying for I'm hiding from the law
Ducking cops, aimlessly bucking shots
Open one day for a lucky hit and time *ucking stops
Line up for props I'm out to get mine with a time-seeking tech nine
Get the job done before my deadline
My schedule's tight I'm knocking off years on my calendar
Decades of game play without a challenger
My excalibur is getting cold and rusty can't get a soul to trust me
Time took its toll and left me old and dusty
Whew! Blow off the dust mites I just might bust mics
Put up fights throw fisticuffs and thrust strikes
With enough might to hold it off in the meantime
Cuz Time ain't nice I'm climbing for life so I don't mind the price
I have to pay day after day to make the laughter stay
And teardrops fade away
Understand the plan, scheme, scam, and plot
Remove your lips from the bottle and your hammer from the glock
I'm tryin to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
Putting a chill in my spine ready and willing I'm
Killing Time I'm killing killing time
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine
I'm Killing Time