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Artist  : Sage Francis 
Song : Different
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








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

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



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

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

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

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



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

Holding my head in pure doubt

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



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

But it looks like the world got to me first

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

Then hurt the team by beating yourself



I'm different...in a different way

The only thing that stays the same is change

While people claim their states, I state my
claims

Sage Francis made a name for himself

For the record my mother calls me Paul

Which was my father's middle name, but Ray

Stepped in and raised me

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



called "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!" 



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

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

Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me
big bucks

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



Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership

Spoken word then got 'em all interested

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

I serve emcees who think they're rippin' it

And poets who think they're somehow
significant

Meanwhile both are loud and ignorant

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



I am different. In a different way

The only thing that stays the same is change

While people claim their states, I state my
claims

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

I shake what I got, which is a jingly pocket

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



I talk with authority while I question it

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

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

It is your self-perception



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

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

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

I'm a real underground rapper

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



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

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

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

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



I may be getting too big for my britches

but I paid my dues when the cost was climbing

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

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

Because for a while they didn't like how

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



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

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

I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh
yyyeeeaaahhhh..

I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh
yyyeeeaaahhhh..