Different(其他) - Sage Francis

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 f**k 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 b***h 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 honor while pouring 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 motherf**king different
Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh
I'm motherf**king different
Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh