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Human The Death Dance, Sage Francis
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2007

 
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1
Growing Pains Intro Lyrics 00:37 192 0,85 ˆ0.10
2
Underground For Dummies Lyrics
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around your neck until your hangin on my every word

Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots
I'm the DLY artist with thick grass roots
Had a couple managers as a youth
I was too young to know better but I was like
"What does a manager do?"
Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color
The other, he said to keep it undercover
Post-VIP Posse, Pre-Internet Nazi era
Powers of suggestion suggested I be what I'm not and that's not me ever
From Lasienega to Meadowbrook Drive
Never looked surprised
Cut to the chase with metal hooks and knives
Now it's battle time, I stepped in the arena
Thirteen year old gladiator freak with a fever for the flavor of a fight on the mic
Follow the leader
Mistachuck was the surrogate father
Krs-One, the teacher
There I was, sneakin into clubs
Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight
That doesnt make me realer than you, or faker than you
But I'm authentic, forget it
Started breakin rules
Ten years later still hadnt stopped
Won the biggest battle in a Metallica shirt before the album dropped
A week later, smashed the trophy at a show
It was takin up the space that I needed to grow

Pop pop goes the weasel (the weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (the easel)
This is hip hop for the people
Stop callin it emo (waah)

I know a kid who thinks he's hip hop cause he buys it
I know a kid who thinks he's hip hop cause he never buys shit
Underground or mainstream
Some are bound to change schemes
Y'all weren't doin this dirt
When Jeru came clean

Before the Freddie Foxxx conflict with DMX
Around the time Jay-Z and Nas's girl had sex
I used to wake up every morning on a hard wooden floor
Livin in Brooklyn with a car I couldnt afford
And if I wasn't hangin out in front of Fat Beats records, I was in the factory, mailing my 12-inches
Nowadays, the DJs don't even spin wax
So fuck a promo copy, buddy, you can download the track
Seratooo promo sexual laptop
A hollow existence in a bottle
Ya' sip sip and swallow
I tripped quick then followed a path that made sense
Started out with a live band then worked with turntablists
Now I strike a match with the back of my front teeth
And light up the stage with just speech

I remember the days Ken and Dave let me crash on their couch
And I saved what I could and put the cash in my mouth
When I played in my hood I had a fraction of outs
Til Atmosphere put me on and now I'm packin the house
Since the mid-80s this has been a game of cat and mouse
It's funny hearin all the shit these rappers brag about
Knowin all of them are walkin around with massive doubts
Talkin bout it's only status and platinum plaques that count

Pop pop goes the weasel (the weasel)
Drop drop goes the easel (the easel)
This is hip hop for the people (the people)
Stop calling it emo (wah)

Irony is dead, it's so motherfucking dead, I was there by it's deathbed
And the last words that it said
Was "Whiiiiite booyyyy"

I'm Still Sick with an independent record labek
I built quick just when I got Sick of Waiting Tables
Then in the blink of an eye I waged War
As a Known Unsoldier with a soul you can't pay for
I ran a business on my own two legs
Known to beg if I needed to with Home Grown bootlegs.
I cut and pasted images of my face and then sloppily placed 'em in a case. Strange Famous. I stayed True when School was in Session.
Went to college to buy time, that shit was expensive.
So I shamelessly self-promoted
The radio station would open doors and opportunities
Eventually made it to Oakland where anticon accepted me with open hands
Journals fot Personal on a one dollar advance.
Non-Prophets had a hope that a UK label smashed, so I crossed out my eyes and signed to Epitaph
This is the hustle of an emcee
The Distrust is Healthy
In a dirty industry where the promises are empty
I'm more honest than friendly
More handsome than sexy
Let me bring you up to speed, Humans do a Dance that's Deadly
04:14 176 5,18 ˆ0.10
3
Civil Obedience Lyrics
Go to bed late then I have to wait
Get to work, keep it goin
Can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done in time for me to do the things I wanna do but by the time I'm finished is time for me to talk to you and then explain
What I did with my day
"Well, it's complicated" and you say "Pray tell" and I will try
But if I miss any details, think about it later and then send it in an email cause
My brain is on a loop but there's a buzz
That I need to troubleshoot not now
Gotta gotta get the work done
Last item of the day's turned into the first one

I, am never gonna never gonna
I, am never gonna never gonna
I, ain't never gonna ever gonna die

Pedal to the medal gotta get ahead gotta run another red light in the dead of the night
Lettin the light from my cellphone distract my eyes
Sexual text messaging on my mind
Fingers are busy but now I'm lookin in the mirror cause the people behind me they're givin me the middle finger
I'll kill em if they pull up any closer to my bumper
Short tempered mother-
Shut your mouth
Drinkin my coffee now I'm dumpin it out
He's honkin his horn like he wanna throw down
He thinks I'm mortal, oh he wanna go now? Well I'm ready

For the typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Difficult, isn't it?

Just a man with a company van and a supervisor who just does a summary scan and a co-worker who's always like "Just cover me man"
In the morning we can get into the huddle again
Like can we even make more money?
I wonder if the luxury is really taken from me
I don't even have to worry
I-I-I-I-I-

Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people are gonna die
Cause they can't live my life

All eyes on the small guys makin small noise in a small town
We're the small music men
You're just fall guys in the law's eyes
Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not fooling anyone
I'm not a con-artist
You pencil in your promises
Eroding eraser tips
I'm sick of your colleges
Expensive taste tester "Spit that wine"
Excessive waste yes, but it's that time
For me to get randomly checked again
Boarding ticket marked with a blood red pen
Water bottle sittin in my pocket
And I'm walkin with a grin because the liquid isn't permitted
I'm rippin up the ticket for the lady at the counter it's confetti in her face
They shoulda never let me in this place
Fly fly boy in a grounded state
I got a feeling that I'm never gonna get let out the gate cause I'm the bomb
Yeah I said it, cool collected and calm
Maneuver through the computer to do a little song
My music's got the charm
Smoother than a cougar attack the mic and get on itercom:

"Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether your masochists or mellow pacifists, tell those facts and it is no accident, by the end of this record you're gonna know..."

Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedience
Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people

Are you listening, love?
I got a theory for us.
Can you hear me enough?
Can you hand me my stuff?
I'm bout to move up out this scary cemetary of trust
Cuz living just a little bit it isn't nearly enough
No living just a little bit it isn't nearly justified, cause I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-III
Am never gonna, never gonna, never gonna, never gonna die.
04:07 192 5,60 ˆ0.10
4
Got Up This Morning Lyrics
Sage:
It's not that what we're doing is wrong
But let's try to keep this a secret
Between me, you, and the song
A menage a trois that sings to me
Sinfully
When god plays along

Jolie Holland:
What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?

Sage:
I was sweet on her
She was sweet on Jesus
We slept with a blanket barrier between us
Master of her craft, I had her laughin like hyenas
When I asked her if she'd marry an elitist
Staggering genius in lace
With the grace of a drunken monk
The mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up
But I don't dare ask her I just listen
Switchin to my good ear and adjusting my position
As she discusses Ginsberg I listened and learned
As she dispersed his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would
Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to
She dangled that carrot then asked me:
"What would Bukowski do?"
Oh don't go there
He'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on

Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

Sage:
Spirits were lifted when she whispered something French in my ear
Tension was there
When I responded in English it sounded less sincere
The sex in the air couldn't be left alone
So welcome to the Terrordome
A bedroom full of pheromones
Where nothing that we say is set in stone
If I thought it was for posterity I'd already be writing better poems
But I'm talking in extremes
Best this and best that
Best not regret anything that ever gets said to this hell cat
Creepin on all fours
Ready for combat
With secretive wars sneaking her claws in our contract
Bending every which way but loose with no proof that anything that we've suggested to this day is the whole truth

Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

Sage:
I heard her chemical romance was a medical slowdance
Said my advance was sexual
Held my genitals with cold hands
Set up the Coke cans
Broke out the Red Ryder
Then one by one I tried to knock down everything that's dead inside her
She used to treat street dividers like a balance beam
Arms spread wider than the legs in her dad's magazine
Re-enacting the pages that she got trapped between
I used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline
Now I'm your water boy
I fetch it from your cheeks just like tennis balls
Smell the stench of your weakness on the bedroom walls
Somebody careless let em vaporize
"Who let these fall to the floor from your poor vacant eyes?"
Disintegrate
This ain't a great first impression
But I work better on pages, they say words are my profession
Let me spell it out in simple language
Plain English
I want your suicide to be a book of mine that I never finish

Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?
03:11 176 3,91 ˆ0.10
5
Good Fashion Lyrics
Dark lenses tint the windows that are under my eyelids
To hide from the light like I'm stuck in a fire pit
Burning up inside with no desire to live through these lies
So I suffer in silence
Culture of violence
Truth stuck behind my lips
Bound, gagged, and whipped
Stripped, divided, and split
Eating words with a forked tongue
And now the grumble of my stomach's got the thump of a war drum
There's a battle going on inside nobody's safe from
Clowns are playing Russian Roulette with paint guns
They run in place, and they call it the human race
Losing pace with that stupid look on their face
Shooting blanks

And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell em is "Hell, it's good fashion"
All they ask is why I wear these glasses And all I can tell em is Hell

We're acting like men of steel with a thin protective shield
Gathering the raw footage that can never make the final reel
So we cover up the stories that eyes tell
Make way for what we take to the grave
It doesn't bide well with souls
Buried in a Faustian bargain bin
In the cemetary there's a joust between God and Men
Talking loud, but ain't saying nothing
Used to have daily discussions
Now I doubt we'll ever talk again

And all they ask is why I wear these glasses
And all I can tell em is "Hell, it's good fashion"
All they ask is why I wear these glasses And all I can tell em is hell
01:34 160 1,75 ˆ0.10
6
Clickety Clack Lyrics
Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Clickety clack

Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Gather my things and I quickly attack
Sword in my sheath
Knife in my back
Keep enemies closer than where friends are at
Rose in my mouth
The petals are black
One armored suit
The metal's in tact
Come fully strapped with a skull wooly cap
Just picture that
Clickety clack

Now I find my location and unfold the map
My index inspects it and follows the path
My horse is on loan and I borrowed a staff
From some mystical wizard I will give it back
But I'm off to the races my face has got cracks
Worn out and weathered like a red leather mask
Been through the storm, future, present, and past
Light as a feather, swift as a cat
Cold as a rock you know not what you knicked from my sack
Little bastard, you'll get skinned for that
You'll swim with fishes once I finish this task
No strings attached
Clickety clack

Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Gather my things and I quickly attack
Sword in my sheath
Knife in my back
Keep enemies closer than where friends are at

Kick myself in the ass
For not bringing my axe
But I've got the flash paper and one single match
Light won't escape me a fire will catch
You'll beg and you'll plead
You'll scream and you'll scratch
But nothing can save you, you need to relax
I'll keep you alive for a while, feed you scraps
Love you like you deserve love, with some smacks
A kick and a slap
Clickety clack

It's no longer personal, I'm simply detached
From what's hurtful I need to keep my business exact
Separate beings I see our businesses our exact
And I can't bridge the gap
Clickety clack

Built a rickety raft out of twigs and some grass
Made it to shore just before it collapsed
Salute to this mission, take swigs from your flask
Tilt your glass
Pick your poison
I'm poised to be fast on your scent
Picked up just by sniffing your tracks
Kept my ear to the ground heard snickers and laughs
Adding insult to injury for your criminal acts
Now the cost of your freedom is a liberty tax

Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Gather my things and I quickly attack
Sword in my sheath
Knife in my back
Keep enemies closer than where friends are at

You should've known better than to be mingling with rats
Got a lead to your shack from some gypsies in the trash
Cryptic interactions, I asked them to stick to facts
Made a trade and gave them everything I had packed
Now there's a brick through your window, kid, sift through the glass
Notice the note in which the brick was wrapped
Explaining that I know how you're quick to the dash
But it won't be very long before you slip in my trap
Like a moth to the flame with its wings in the wax
It's hard to explain with your limbs in a cast
Your heart will deflate when your wrists both get slashed
And gradually I snap these synapses in half
Magnificent crescendos, the symbols all crash
You'll pay for your deeds but we don't accept cash
We will mix and match
This for that
Tit for tat
Gonna get it get get it back
Gonna getcha getcha getcha back

Clickety clack
Clickety clack
Gather my things and I quickly attack
Sword in my sheath
Knife in my back
Keep enemies closer than where friends are at

Clickety clack
Clickety clack
(repeat and fade out)
03:59 176 4,63 ˆ0.10
7
Midgets And Giants Lyrics
You are really not all that dope
You are really not all that dope
No-no-no no-no-no
No-no-no no-no-no


You read me all wrong, Bello
You need to do your research
An emcee with a 4-song demo and you've got t-shirts?
Hell no.
I don't want to do a cd trade
I want to see your made-for-TV DJ fade
Into the rave scene it seems he just came from
Glow sticks and energy drinks
Gettin hyped up on white stuff
Never meant to be sniffed
You like dust?
I might bust your whole family
But y'all ain't hippie chicks
And pixie sticks ain't nose candy
You're servin' bags with herbal magic
Sellin' placebos to too many people
Got your girl's ass kicked
Your lady got overpowered and you got played sellin' baby powder
It's over-the-counter drug trade
Oh, you a big shot?
Now you hip-hop?
Shall I stop?
Nah, I think not.
I rip shop like parking tickets
Use sling shots to target bigots
Cause I don't really kill cops
I just want you to think I it

You are really not all that dope
You are really not all that dope
No-no-no no-no-no
No-no-no no-no-no

DJ Undercutter
He wants to feed his turntable scraps
To MC Hollywood who's only fly until his cable snaps
He's a rapper thinking battles were a meal ticket
Came time for the album and he couldn't write real lyrics
8 Mile wasn't true, shit head
It was a promotional tool, but not for you, shit head
So let me tell you exactly what to do, shit head
Don't be a fool, stay in school...shit head

You are really not all that dope
You are really not all that dope
No
No

But am I really all that fresh?
But am I really all that fresh?
Yes.
Yes.

Fake friends ain't got nothing to do with my world
If you ain't dead, you ain't a suicide girl
You can tattoo that to your back with the broken wings
Then hope for the best while you jump from buildings
I wanna levitate like the featherweights huffin' helium
And float outta this place if I ain't fuckin' feelin' em
They need to study lessons and then posse up
Fuck an Apprentice, I've got more firepower than Donald Trump
BB Gun...one hand on the pump
When I run outta' ammo Ima slap shot this hockey puck
Soccer moms are copulatin with hockey dads
Housewives wear maternity dresses like body bags
They pull out novelty dildos as a party gag and dilly dally at a women's rally where they lolligag
Y'all wear poetry around your neck
It's an outdated laminate and they can't make it to sound check?
You wave your new jack flags like a late pass
"Oh, they ain't all that bad"
Nah, they just fake jacks
They've got a new street slang?
Oh, I'll keep current
No command of language but they act like they're deep cuz of it
Fuck a Def Poet and all the concessions they make
I just filled another pinata with demo tapes
I'm gunnin' for you, chump
With a triple barrel shotgun
Don't try to cover up,
My nipple grabs are AWESOME

Shooting all the midgets and I'm shooting all the midgets
Shooting all the giants and I'm shooting all the giants

Yo, peep this...Ladidadi
I hate party people
Hate the way the DJ just plays pop when he drops the needle
I don't want to socialize with guys that I can't speak to
Or women who are see through
Cause I don't need to.

03:54 160 4,44 ˆ0.10
8
Broccilude Lyrics 01:15 128 1,05 ˆ0.10
9
High Step Lyrics
i don't know
what you're looking at
what you're listening to
what you're thinking about

i don't know
what you're feeling for

i... don't... know...
01:53 160 2,00 ˆ0.10
10
Keep Moving Lyrics
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
04:36 176 5,67 ˆ0.10
11
Waterline Lyrics
I just sit there
And let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself, "It's all right, it's all good, it's all love"
It's not though
Cause there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinking in
While I think of the drama
So I stand up
Start to pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway knowing that I'll play chicken soon
There's a vanity plate with my name on it
There's a Davey Crockett hat with a Masonic fat cat under it
A musket rifle spitting at my feet
They want me to dance in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul
Losing control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain
Instead of killing, I'll spare the raccoon
And start filling sandbags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood
Blessed are those who are dammed
When the levee broke
How many choked on the steps to a slow dance?
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command
We let the thoughts flood
We remind ourselves "It's all right, it's all good, it's all love"
It's not though
Cause there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinking in
Sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair
The vanity we share
The waterline is rising
All we do is stand there
02:02 160 2,28 ˆ0.10
12
Black Out On White Night Lyrics
[it was too good to last he thought
might as well have been a dream he thought]

lights are out,
phones are dead,
and I'm the only thing thats running in this city.
except for the clouds,
and they're coming down.
if I knew my way around
I wouldn't feel so dizz-ay.

where's telly?
nobody can tell me
I don't speak a lick of that language
and got a slippery memory
if I spelled it all out on my arm
only if
but I didn't
so I think get a grip kid
deal with it

baby's waiting for a ring
won't settle for the substitute excuse that's forming
I got a complicated case of escapism
for her I try to rewire my nature
to tired to wake her up

out of that artificial calm she was on
a drug induced future that slipped out of her palms
seductive rain dancer
she thinks I'm water proof
like superman doesn't need a roof over his head

when I come home to roost
I need truth of holy men
but I'm seeking salvation in a booth
the phones are dead
and the lights are out
and I'm the only thing living in this ghost town
except for the clouds
and then they're coming down
if I knew my way around by now I'd rebound for home

black out on white night in rome
black out on white night in rome

I know that I'm in love
but I know I'm out of touch
and I know that I get dumb when I can sense something's up
and then I bottom out
european tale spins
scrawling messages out on my pale skin
in hopes they get mailed in

before the ink poisoning takes affect
and gets smugged because I bugged before I let paint set
I get jugded by the ones who have shelter and rain checks
while I trugged through the mud
because this foreign terrain's wet

regain conciousness and lose common sense
the ominious dark skies that lie between me and providence are signs
the obivous answer isn't standing on your face with stilletos on
if you pop the question wrong

every song is a post after thought
I won't grab the chalk to outline my body of work
toe tags get caught in my teeth
'cause my foot is in my mouth
and the spurs are in the words
so my tounge can't dismount

even after our rapport had fully run it's course
couldn't figure out the most heroic time to jump from the horse
and place this old hat for the last time on a coat rack
but I'd donate all my earnings from this race to know that

resisting urges to go back and get it later
like the milk wouldn't sour itself in the refridgerator
a wet boy in a dry dry state
on a old country road
where tradition has a blind date

I make it dance on it's own grave tonight
with a change of direction by the pale moonlight
and if it needs theme music
i'll break out the bagpipes
and play a tune that a ghost wrote me in a past life that goes like

black out on white night in rome
04:36 160 5,28 ˆ0.10
13
Hell OF A Year Lyrics

It's been a hell of a year, but I'm mentally prepared
To do a dance around the next couple medical scares
I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly off my tap shoes
So I step quietly, the way that cat's move
But I'm bear-like. My head trapped in dear lights
You can call me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight
My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed
So I'm sending you a package to the address where you traded names
I made no claims on the identity theft
I'm more concerned about the home with no amenities left
And it's already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail
So I eat away depression and crush the scale
You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum
Emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs
Me? I choose to wallow and I'll just swim in my fat
You...refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back
This isn't an attack, it's an admission of guilt
I'm living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk
But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle
Stood in the middle. Told myself riddles in a robe that's purple
The murder weapon was an icicle
Is that the reason why I'm standing in this puddle with my eyes so full?
I fight feelings like a war on drugs
I'm a chemist with a test tube addiction born through coffee mugs
Our baby now is all growed up
Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck
And you know what? I know I drove you away
I still don't think it was wrong so I don't know what to say
It's been a tough year. You say that life ain't fair
Well, guess what, baby...life ain't. Thems the breaks
You say that life ain't worth it. But it is. You gotta work it
Nobody's life is perfect

Yeah, you've been dealt a bad hand. Placed against a stacked deck
Been through all the cat scans and bad checks
But I slashed your debt. Not your wrists
And I couldn't help with anything else that became cancerous
Halfway people with a full baby to bury
Took a flame to the papier-mache sanctuary
When the smoke clears...try not to stare into the light
But, also, don't stay in the dark as if that's what life is like
It's just a series of unfortunate events
But the messages we get are more important than death
What's the rush?
I've got a shortness of breath
What's the rush?
Running from you...running from me
It's the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust
So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust?
That's just the way the cookie crumbles. It does suck
But suck it up. We're all looking, but nothing's enough
We used each other as a crutch. The clutch. The shift switches
You couldn't just adjust. You combusted and ripped pictures
This is why I'm not considered a saint?
Well, guess what?......I ain't

It's been a hell of a year
You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair
It's been a hell of a trip
You say my mind's unfit, I've been flip, and I ain't shit
It's been a hell of a life
You say that I ain't like the way I write and that ain't right
It's been a hell of an attempt
You say that I ain't meant for promises unkept
Well, guess what, darlin..
I'm a keep keep callin
Guess what, darlin..
I'm a keep keep callin
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14
Call Me Francois Lyrics
"Today, my mother killed me"

If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle
What else can be said, a vision quest with infrared
I'm at a dead end, I bled slow
From my chest, held my breath and did my mess and never let go
I lived a good life, I never had half-compromise a thing
And if I couldn't write, I'd think of other ways to optimize my living
No wife, no kids, no anchors
Hand over fist to withhold this info from the bankers
Don't know my neighbors, didn't take a village to raise me
Small-town mentality types thinkin I'm crazy
I ain't as weird as they paint me
Off color, I'm more gutter, punk, and ritzy
More glitz and glamour than others
Motherfuckers left me lonely in this designated corner
Had a couple walls that build upon, they made me a performer
Now shade me from the warmer weather
Save me from the slaughterhouse
That creeps between the pages where I try to hide my awful mouth
Speak discretely to the sheets that seem to be hollow
Punched a ladder full of holes, just for my swollen feet to follow
Support me all you want, don't let me drop a field of land
I'm not going to stop until God is my ceilin fan
Spare the lamb, save me from my former-self
That creeps between the pages as the line across and locks my self
Now this is my box, these are my walls
This is when time stops and I'm all that there ever was
And I'm all there ever is and I'm all that there ever will be
A freeze frame pine box soliloquy… Call me FRANCOIS

[Hook:]
Call Me Francois (call call call me francois)
(Call call call me francois)

Take what you can; leave what you must
Because y'all comin with us, (motherfucker you comin with us)

Fill your bags with the rags that you wear and their necessities
Along with the dog-tags and family recipes
Rest in peace, if you arrest the pace, movin haste
God-speed you black empress, get dressed, we're late
She painted my head orange, carved my face with her tongue
Emptied out my insides and lit the candle behind my eyes
Had the strike of twelve to midnight, winter queen
Left with my life rival in a white limousine
When he made her dress twirl, it looked like a mushroom cloud
Everybody ducked down except for me, that's my destiny
He used a broken condom as a corsage
I watched him push the rusty pin through her prom dress into her heart
Kill me already; fill me with confetti
Crush me up and sprinkle me over their wedding and her pregnant belly
I wasn't ready to suppress these memories, undress the mam', O' Reese
Forget the family, streamline the enemy, design the penalty
Cruel and unusual, commit the felony, unfit for prison duty
No man's an Island, except for Island man; he's a rock star!
No man's an Island, except for Island man; he's a rock!
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15
Hoofprints In The Sand Lyrics
I've seen a monkey evolve into a man
I've seen a man devolve into a monkey
I've seen a junkie redeem himself with help
I've seen a wealthy man melt into the snow and blow his credit on a decongestant
The dyslexics breathe easy
The people in the top tax bracket just keep looking for freebies
Thumbing their noses at those in need of handouts
I'm talkin' panhandlers with secondhand clothes, living hand to mouth
Camping out on Capitol Hill
The fat cats are still insisting reparations be a jagged little pill
Today there's free vaccinations at the walk-in clinic
If you're lucky, you won't just be a guinea pig
Call me a cynic
I find it interesting how certain epidemics spread
More specifically – where they don't and who isn't affected
Yeah, I'm infected with a curious nature
The welcome mat said, "God bless this home," not "God damn thy neighbor"
They can repeat history but can't recycle paper
They don't see the forest or the trees, just skyscrapers
Towels of Babel in a town full of cattle
When I question brand loyalty, the crowd is bedazzled
But I'll never be hoodwinked, I'm mindful of the footprints
The shape of the hoof, the way the path in the wood splits
The author of the book, the origin of the crucifix
The waitress looking for tips and the place where the cook spits
This is where I was when the bomb dropped
Hiding from the uninvited onslaught
I've seen people who don't believe in sleep count sheep
With calculators that double as alarm clocks
From Noah's Ark all the way to Rosa Parks
To black folk pushing white agendas inside of an office with flow charts
Technology ain't shit, we feed off the fruit
When I stuff leaves of absence in my briefcase, follow suit
Spill the liquid from your double fisted escapade
Kill kids with the drunken misfits in your Escalade
It's gruel for the food fight and foreign aid
Bream ‘em down and build ‘em back up with what you throw away
Administering band aids on amputated limbs
Kissing ‘em with air raids, and your lips gave ‘em infections
Too many closed doors led to back drafts
Now the spring edition of fashion catalogues feature gasmasks
How becoming on these lanky models
They can't look truth in the mirror without a pair of safety goggles
Hold the bobble head, insert the feeding tube
Even if they stop breathing, make sure they keep eating food
Do the Schiavo
Mouth opened wide like a perverse psycho circus side show
Forgive me not, my patterns stay impartial to apologies
Despite a polite side of mine that says, "I'm so sorry"
Adding flame infinitum for your eternal fuel tank
My higher power doesn't need to be thanked
Thanks anyway, that's from him to me to you
I don't mind being the middle man, someday I might need one, too

I'm at the fire
Where are you?
I'm at the fire
Where the hell are you?

I've seen a man devolve into a monkey
I've seen a monkey evolve into a man
I've seen it all, upside down, in-between, inside out
It's neither here nor there, hoofprints in the sand
I've fallen head first into the pit of my stomach
Taught to trust my gut, got no trust in the gutless
Save some hope for the hopeless, but I won't show it
Shoot my load in an opus, now it's an open casket
Going to Hades in a hand basket
Holding onto a dream, but lately we can't grasp it
There's been too much murder and not enough martyr
Why is it no one else wants to impress Jodie Foster?

[Repeat 3x]
I'm at the fire
We're at the fire
Where are you? Where are you?

You can't have revolution without evolution, huh?
You can't have evolution without velution, huh?
You can't have velution without elution, huh?
You can't have elution without lution, huh?
You can't have lution without ution, huh?
You can't have ution without tion, huh?
You can't have tion without ion, huh?
You can't have ion without on, huh?
You can't have on without n, huh?

Seriously I know that you pray when the chips are down
But act different when there are atheists around
Have suspicions that make you think you'll drown
All alone in the middle of a crowd
I'd be a liar if I said I never had to beg
Doubled over with my knees bent touching my head
Stuck in a bed, dealing with all of these evil visions
Running from the dead in a fetal position
Needing assistance from a nurse
She said, "Tell me where it hurts"
These words are gonna make my belly burst
So I mentally revert to all the enemies I've cursed
Running through my memories in reverse
I said bring that beat back, man, bring that beat back
A flash ain't enough time for me to recap
I'm a bastard sometimes, don't think I don't see that
Laughing at the dumb, blind, the deaf to the knee slaps
Cracking punch lines for the sake of some green stacks
Passion for the rhyme can be cheapened by feedback
I shut my eyes and proceed to go dream catch
But a troubled mind can't seem to fall asleep fast
I cut my ties like the way that a fiend acts
Go into overdrive and get caught in a speed trap
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16
Going Back To Rehab Lyrics
(alphabetically listed drugs, fade to verse)

I'm going there to give him cash,
Hear him laugh bring him back
If I cant tear down these walls
I'll slip in through the crack
If that crack ain't big enough
I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been
Allowed to visit, and I miss him

They put me in a submission hold
Got him living in a hole
Give me the rope, pull it back
Cut him slack he's getting old
It's cold, there's nothing
For his bones..he's shaking
Always put on hold
That prison phone's always taken

They put me on a speaker but
My voice is breaking up
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces
'fore the gates could shut
RAISE IT UP
Somebody cover me, I'm going in,
With razor cuts,
And something ugly that I know within

Can't afford the luxury
Of exposing everything
But I've been doing the best that I can
I take it day by day
Just one step at a time
And I don't need a sobriety test
To walk the line

Walking on this tightrope
With arms open wide,
Hoping to find you 'live
And well on the other side
So I could give you
This gift as a symbol
When I felt the rope loosen
I knew I missed my window

He really did love you
You know.. pat pat..
I said 'Get your fucking
Hand off my back'
This is my passage into adulthood
And I need not
Small talk fingers fishing
From a weak spot

I used to dream a lot
In search for meaning in a sleepwalk
The only time I find myself
Having a deep talk
And now I never sleep 'cause sleep
Is the cousin of death
One can never rest depending on
How up the drugs get

Upset? submit me to a bloodtest
Find no trace of my words reverting back to
Wait, that wasnt what I meant...
My right eye is sunrise
The left is sunset
The moonshine ain't
Got me drunk yet

My tounge's wet
For the lunar eclipse
And when youre flat broke ain't nothing
You wont do for a fix
It's a beautiful mix
Of Jesus-Juice from my lips
And words that are stuck
So I stirred 'em up with a crucifix

And this is where I found
A friend in Christ
But I also found a few spikes
And I decided to use them
As pegs on my bike
So you could have a place to stand
When I broke you out of that vice
And now I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehabback to back..going back to rehab...I dont drink though

I'm going back
As a dead again Christian,
With a medicine prescription
The other friend of Bill
Let let let me in
Get me outta this
Hooked up to plugs and wires
While dogs sniff
For a powdered substance

In a town of judgements
With glass house developments
Cookie-cutter Republican
School-book intelligence
They never considered
How just one rock,
Could crack the whole facade
Now they confiscate slingshots

I will not meditate on the sermon
Heaven's gate is burning
So we self-medicate with bourbon
While their collection players
Turn into a purse
I've turned into a second rate person
But I'm not the first

This isnt your typical
Cry for help
I tried to melt, someone stopped
The trickling with a bible belt
Reminded me of tourniquets
And heroin nods
Now that -- that right there?
That's one hell of a God

You cant match magic
With an addict that's got a map and compass
In order to find a substance
And matchstick that functions
A searching and fearless
Immoral inventory
'Til every person with a story
Begins to bore me

I did what I had to do to get
To the place where your face
Wasn't such a blurry mess
I packed all your favorite promises
And words that we kept
You weren't hard to find,
All it took was 13 steps

And now I'm going back to rehab
I'm Going back to rehab
Going back to rehab
Going back to rehab
huh, I don't drink though

Going there to give him cash,
Hear him laugh bring him back
If I cant tear down these walls
I'll slip in through the crack
If that crack ain't big enough
I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been
Allowed to visit, and I miss him

Put me in a submission hold
Got him living in a hole
Give me the rope, pull it back
Cut him slack he's getting old
This bitter cold, there's nothing
For his brittle bones..he's shaking
Eternally put on hold
That prison phone's always taken

Put me on a speaker but
My voice is breaking up
Like to think he caught bits and pieces
'fore the gates could shut
RAISE IT UP
Somebody cover me, I'm going in,
With razor cuts,
Something ugly that I know within

Can't afford the luxury
Of exposing everything
But I'm doing the best that I can
I take it day by day
Just one step at a time
And I don't need a sobriety test
To walk the line

(continued alphabetical list of drugs)
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