Sage Francis - ID Thieves lyrics

While taking deep
Slow breaths I try to grow wings
Decided to stay low
The halo was a smoke ring
Fell around my neck, I started choking
My soul got stuck looking for openings
I thought ghosts weren’t supposed to
Sing like cage birds
If you’re a free broken spirit let
The pearly gates burn, baby, burn
The muted trumpets in my chest take turns
When I release the spit valves
Gag on Gabe’s germs
Some of this is fiction written all across it
But this bathroom lit and I’m too
Busy spitting in a faucet
Shitting blood thinking of the quickest
Drug to heal me but I’m not lovesick
Your sick idea of love would kill me
Time to pry open the truth
Apply pliers to my own broken tooth
DIY or die, no health care benefit's
You could spare me the ‘'I know
I’ve been there’‘ sentiments
I sense a sentimental song coming along
Run along before I ask you to dance and
All you get is trampled on
I palm faces mainly my own though
I’ve lost patience i’m painting
Over old photos
I’m new now fresh out the box, all bloody
Somebody cut me loose, slap me, call me ugly
Say it how you see it
Buddy i’m a hurting hot mess
A constantly inconsistent work in progress
Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less
They wanna assassinate your character content
When pressed like ab-workouts, super thin
The whitest looking Jew
Screaming ’‘Jerusalem’'

(Got my ID ready) who are they?
They are the identity thieves
(Got my ID ready) who are they?
They speak war and pretend that it’s peace
(Got my ID ready) who are they?
They are killers by association
(Got my ID ready) who are they?
They’ll hurt your credit's
With misappropriation

You can’t just get comfy and
Stand in one spot
Like a king of the mountain
Whose been planted on top
Surveying the land of your family plot
‘Til it’s all been abandoned
You're the man 'til you’re not
It happens like that when you
Rest on your laurels
Like a shot to your back
It’ll mess with your morals
As a matter of fact
I’ve consulted with oracles
Precaution of a shaman who
Was dressed so informal
I’m a poor man with cash
Making points with no fingers
Bringing popular back 'til the
Smell of sex lingers
Hard bodies will stack more neatly and tidy
But I swallowed her visions
Now she sees inside me
She-devil so shiesty, deceptive and sexy
Walk with me, I’ll give your legs epilepsy
My game is so shaky
If you love pain but hate me
That’s a paradox I’m unable to explain
Babyyyy conspiracy exposed
It’s the way in which we fold the bills
Trying to overdose
Instead you just choke on your pills
That’s overkill if you’re just
Going for thrills
Seek a mountain you can punch
'til it explodes into molehills
I’ve done this yodel ever since I was a child
I’ve got this other yodel I
Ain’t done in a while
It goes pure Himalayan intelligence
Braving the elements from a man cave
And haven’t shaved ever since
Never forget, you were the sperm that made it
Plus the unexpected pregnancy could
Have been terminated
So thanks to chance, some romance
And dancing
We’re here to our own damn thing but damn
Kid why'd you think I let you get away with
Doing radio-friendly versions of what I do?
Like I wouldn’t chide you
Out perform, out write, and out rhyme you
Outsmart, out heart, and out grind you
Out shine you with the torch
That was given to me
Torches are not passed to the
Bastards of the little league
If rap was a game you’d be MVP
Most Valuable Puppet of this industry
Get your ID, Independent? Fuck you!