Sage Francis - Different lyrics

"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 wrongto the point of no return

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
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 differentin 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
Her 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 get to 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
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 naked eye and
I hate the guy they're speaking with
I'm a real vegetarian: No
Chickennot 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
But 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
And 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 o-o-o
Ohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh
I'm motherfucking different o-o-o
Ohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh

Different like a platypus analytical analyst
By the end of this record I'll make
Sure ya'll know who Sage Francis is