Lyrics Sage Francis

Sage Francis

ID Thieves

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 to spit valves gag on Gabe’s germs

Some of this is fiction written all across it

But this bathroom lid 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 benefits

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 upon 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 credits with misappropriation

You can’t just get comfy and stand in one spot

Like a king of the mountain you've 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

It’s 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 'till 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 chiesty, 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

Conspiracy exposed, it’s the way in which we fold the bill

Trying to overdose, instead you just choke on your pills

It’s overkill if you’re just going for thrills

Seek a mountain you can punch good, expose into molehills

I’ve done this yoddle ever since I was a child

I’ve got this other yoddle 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, and romance, and dancing

We’re headed to our own damn thing, prepare kid

Why you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do?

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 and I’ll pass it to bastards of the little league

If rap was a game you’d be M.V.P

Most Valued Puppet of this industry

Get your I.D, Independent? Fuck you!