Different Lyrics - 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 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..