I Keep Calling Lyrics - Sage Francis

AUTHOR: Sage Francis 

Chorus 

Intro: 

Pick up, Pick up...Pick up, Pick up... 

Verse One: 

Now I can't even think back. Self-induced amnesia has made its impact / 

Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact / 

I voluntarily refuse to remenisce / 

If I could choose any wish...I'd lose my genesis / 

And prove to my nemesis that I don't need Memory Lane on my way home / 

But I got lost and I needed a pay phone / 

Because I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a place unknown / 

Where unfamilliar faces roam (...and it's so strange)... / 

I've got no change...I could've sworn that I did when I left / 

My breath gets heavy with every lie and theft / 

I looked right and left...then I called people at my home collect / 

To tell them, "Things changed." But they just won't accept / 

I'm out of range...with no respect. Every time I asked for directions / 

All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad connections / 

People who would helo changed their number to unlisted / 

411 info left me unassisted. Wickedly twisted... / 

incidents. Is it coincidence? I choose to think so / 

Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures appear like slide shows / 

My mind knows each and every single detail / 

Total recall is leaving me pale / 

Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature bring my homing instinct / 

Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a minute / 

epiphany: This is the much traveled trail from my past / 

Now an unbeaten path...unfunny memories are now making me laugh. 

Chorus 

Verse Two: 

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past acts are numerous / 

Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that humerous / 

heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the last time / 

I'm past my prime. Climaxing again is a task of mine / 

I'm homeward bound. Break out the map and atlas / 

I ask gas station attendants...and they just act pissed / 

I'm black listed...for not staying true to white lies / 

I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies / 

Then I shed some light on what's the matter / 

Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter / 

7 years bad luck? Time's irrelevant / 

I'm searching for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element / 

Which blinds what the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... / 

"What time is it?" I see the 12:00 blinking / 

Check the position...of the sun...to see there is none / 

I figure there's an eclipse...so I look away to save my wisdom / 

The solar system left me stranded in a universe / 

Where I do reverse psychology. Apologies are made through my verse / 

Ain't nothing to do but curse when I'm frustrated / 

Making people disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and hated / 

That's an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? / 

I'm on an expedition...following my trail of tears / 

From when I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized / 

I played your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies / 

from faking guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers / 

At this here pace, it'll take me a thousand years / 

To fins my way back...encompassing what they lack / 

It cost me most of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay back / 

Decapitated...I lost my head, and fear is activated / 

I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and tears evaporated / 

I back track to find my lost sense of direction / 

Stop, look, and listen...before I cross the intersection / 

There's much construction. I'm signaled with morse code / 

to take a detour. Somehow I end up on an off road / 

I squint my eyes...trying to find some street signs / 

I can only read strong thoughts. These people have weak minds / 

Trapped in a desert that to me looks like a sandbox / 

With damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing some landmarks / 

I rack my brain...knowing that I can't attack in vane / 

Upon return I promised myself not to act the same / 

But every so often my selective screen memory...will be my enemy / 

Metamorphasize and say, "Remember me?" / 

Getting me petro...wish I could kill the retro / 

But heck no...to much of my past I just can't let go / 

I'm just a stone's throw away from my home turf...which really is this whole earth / 

But claims like that have no worth / 

epiphany: And then it hits me...the reason why I'm dizzy / 

Is because I've been traveling in circles keeping myself busy. 

(Where is he?) 

Chorus 

Outro: 

Deejay Perseus drumming.