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It can be anything from a song or a book, something you heard your friend say or something you just made up on the spot. Its a good way to let things out, or keep things in. Plus if i make it this broad if you dont want it seen it will get lost in the spam sooner or later. Enjoy even tho i mostly made this for myself.

I walk the face of earth once more, a mindless puppet; my strings are torn. The creaky bones, the bad eyesight, yet the chance to turn wrong to right. Wars-a-waging, old man's guilt, the world's now on more then just a tilt. Parents weeping, children slain, bloody thoughts, fear will reign. I look in the shadows, a creature did lurk. He whispered to me, hiding a smirk. "Thou shalt be killed if thee can't find the demon lurking in thou mind." So off I ventured to quench my thirst, of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst. And on that quest what did I see? The wicked path of destiny.

There's a cold dark corner in the back of my room, it speaks to me and says I'm coming for you. As I lie on my bed in the fetal position, my eyes are closed hoping and wishing. Maybe that one day my dreams will come true, that I don't have to be here so down and blue. The corner keeps talking about how I'm going to die, all I can do is lie there and cry. As the corner gets closer and takes me in, my soul starts to burn as so does my skin. My bones shall lie there turning to dust, my bed surrounding nothing but rust.

In times of trouble and insanity, I carry masks to disguise the pain I carry secure behind my eyes. I can never let out again the misery I hide. To hell with my dignity, to hell with my pride. From this day forward, and forevermore, I will mount this mask that will be my lore. No reaching out when I am weak, no solace will I seek. When you look for answers, when you say your prayers, all you will see are masks, and no pain that I bare

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness, and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under. I yell for help, but no one is there to hear it. I begin to see the water at eye level and I kick and flail, fighting to stay above the darkness, But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me, and I slowly begin to give in, to the feeling that lies below the water line. The waters starts to fill my lungs, the lungs that once held so much life, yet now they allow the murky water to replace that. I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness, but why doesn't someone grab my hand, pull me from darkness's grasp? Because no one knows I stand at the boundary, the boundary between light and dark, so I give in to the thing that holds me. All of the strength and all of the courage that I once held in my heart can't save me from the water, so I slowly slip below the world of consciousness, undetected by the occupants of that world. I don't want to fight anymore. I've given into darkness.

(When I first got in to magic, yeah.) When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon Now everybody's like pick a card, any card If I shot my full load with the first hand I played I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades But I'm not, I got out of that game Escape Artist I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves I play through the pain and remain conscience Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look none of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book letters are falling apart but the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent never been missed I've just been mis- worded and mis- interpreted, it's funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement results in the death sentences filling my running assignment I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act and every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half You See I never payed attention But I can't afford to laugh 'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd show a little bit of audience participation now When I say hip (what do I say?) You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!! And I'll respect it Check it, In a flair for the dramatic exit A fashionable entrance Late to my own arraignment (Oh!) The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment My folks gave me this already broken heart as my pallet While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent That's why you still live at home And I bought this house off my parents I'm getting ahead of myself (gettin ahead of myself) I see the hair on my back (see the hair on my back) I'm on the road reading Kerouac It's poems versus better raps I think to myself What's worth remembering Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look none of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book letters are falling apart but the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent never been missed I've just been mis- worded and mis- interpreted, it's funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement results in the death sentences filling my running assignment but none of this is getting told in confidence I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention I'm a veteran of spacial relationships I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics I lost acquaintances And a morgue of lady friends I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can kill And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations still Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement The vault is vacant They're all looking for fault or blame I called my agent The moment that I caught the train I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's invited If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it But this is my burden to bare, not his And I'm a psychic without a sidekick Holding the future hostage A loose cannon standing on the roof top with A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much Escape Artist [x5] I'm in two places at once Escape Artist I ain't slept in months Escape Artist I'm just trying to get away Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby (Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby No magic in the break Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by Escape Artist) [continues in background] [Sage Francis:] (Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart! You know it's too big, uhh! Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby. I'll never fall in love with you, ever! If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

This is to the woman who I loved but lost Intertwined souls of the universe Got divorced when it wasn't forced Cause single thoughts of being double-crossed Till there's no love lost I can't even start this She said forever.. This is the rewrite.. this is the rewrite Yo, check this out! This to the woman who I used to respect Now I call her a bitch cause I'm constantly upset So this is to the +bitch+ who cut communication Caught in a relation Selfishness? Best in the nation All I ever needed was a hug To wrap my loving arms around you, you blew it Off with a shrug So all I ever wanted was a hand to hold I ain't the man to scold Your plan is cold but god damn its old It's about time get inside of my head while I'm out my mind As I scream cry yell shout and whine All I ever asked for Was an ear to hear me What you really have to wear a Mask for? You straight shattered my glass jaw Now I'm picking up the pieces of my past what you last saw But see this, needless to say, you went astray All people ever hear Paul say is I don't give a damn, for real, I don't care Let's pull the hair from myself and try to make things clear Yeah, I don't give a FUCK for real I don't FUCKING CARE That's all I hear.. The pain stops with the end of raindrops But this cloudy weather just reminds me of the time we spent together And how you left forever like that with a snap of fingers Pain lingers, so this is to the Woman who I made my family Now I call her a bitch just to save my sanity So this is to that +bitch+ who I thought would be right here She's just a monster in my reoccurring nightmare Now when my grandfather died, you weren't there for me When my grandmama died, you weren't there for me When my natural dad died, you weren't there for me You saw me and just ignored me like "Sorry end of the story" My family's dropping like flies ??? Somehow I got to rise But nobody's by my side, can't look straight into my eye Nobody's by my side, can't look straight into my eyes My fist grabs air, I stare in through the lies I never felt more lonely, I made you the one and only Individual to know me this is the things that you showed me I never felt more lonely, I made you the one and only Individual to know me, never thought that you'd turn phony But you did, now I'm going all out kid And I got mad hate to deal with Just ask ??? I'm having trouble letting anyone get close to me And that's a major Problem because that's not the way it's supposed to be Supposedly, I should keep my composure Right now, I'm like "wow", it's time for me to seek closure Mental pictures are destroyed - overexposure Ever get that feeling that nobody really knows ya? This is to the woman who I called my best friend Now I call her bitch, because she made the switch to that +bitch+ Who I shouldn't disrespect So now I call her woman just to keep myself in check This is the rewrite..

I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all. You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired, and you're waving the damn flag. Frank, what's that man? I'm just watching some bullshit. On the news. It's fucking bullshit. Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself for your live telecast. Related 26 Best Breakup Songs Of All Time LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS NEW SONG: Machine Gun Kelly - 'Candy' Lyrics feat. Trippie Redd Coming live from my own funeral Beautiful weather offered a nice shine, Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline. It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence. My journalist ethic slips when I pass them off as objectives. Don't give me that ethical shit. I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids, and it's time to show this world how big our edifice is. That's exactly how they attacked, when a typically dark-skinned disney villain. Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings. Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction. Pregnant women couldn't protect their children; wheelchairs were stairway obstructions. I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal, wondering if after it settles, we'll find who provided power to radical rebels. The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over, but only on our own soil, so the little boy holds a toy soldier, and waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait till he's older, though, before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. I'll get a close-up of his head. Photos Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself while the stock markets crash. The city is covered in inches of muck. I see some more pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck, leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding hands, to escape the brutal heat; sometimes in groups of three. The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people look like debris but all they say when all was said, beyond the talking heads, was the bloody dust with legs, looking like the walking dead calling for meds. All the hospitals overwhelmed, volunteers need to go the hell home. Moments of silence for firefighters were interrupted by cell phones. Who's going to make that call, to increase an unknown death toll? Its the one we rally behind. He's got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll. We'd cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control. The less we know, the more they fabricate, the easier it is to sell souls. (Man talking) There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last. Changes need to be made; no more curbside baggage, seven pm curfew, racial profiling will continue with less bitching. We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote, remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier. So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part. We're selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on TV. Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties. The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck, 'cause lots of things seem too sick. I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music. I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss. We don't really know who the culprit is yet, but he looks like this. We know who the heroes are, they're not the xenophobes who act hard. We taught that dog to squat, how dare he do that shit in our own back yard. They happen to scar our financial state, and char our landscape. Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn tape? While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats, on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst. So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle, 'cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score, humanity struggles. There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble; some of them dug for answers in the mess, but the rest were looking for trouble. Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself at half mast. (3x) It's the makeshift, The patriot, the flag shop is out of stock, I hang myself. Don't waive your rights with your flags. (Two people talking) Seriously, if I want to find out anything, I'm not going to read Time Magazine, I'm not going to read Newsweek, I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth, you know that. What kinds of truths are they omitting? Well, anything. Even on a worldwide basis. They'd just go off the stands in a day if they printed really the truth. What is really the truth? Well, really the truth is just a plain picture. Read more: Sage Francis - Makeshift Patriot Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Well time waits for no man and death waits with cold hands I'm the youngest old man that you know If ya soul intact, let me know

I'm going there to give him cash, hear him laugh, bring him back If I can't tear down these walls, I'll slip him through the crack. If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed, Where he's been, I ain't been allowed to visit, and I miss him. They put me in a submission hold, got him living in a hole. Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack--he's getting old. This cold does nothing for his bones... he's shaking. Always put on hold, that prison phone's always taken They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up. I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut. Raise it up! Somebody cover me, I'm going in, with razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything, but I've been doing the best that I can. (that I can) I take it day by day, just one step at a time, and I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line Walking on this tightrope with arms open wide, hoping to find you live and well on the other side So I could give you this gift as a symbol When I felt the rope loosen, I knew I missed my window He really did love you, you know pat, pat, I said "Get your fucking hand off my back" This is my passage into adulthood and I need not Smalltalk fingers fishing from a weak spot. I used to dream a lot In search for meaning in a sleepwalk The only time I find myself having a deep talk But now I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death One can never rest depending on how up the drugs get Upset, submit me to a blood test Find no trace of my words reverting back to... wait, that wasn't what I meant My right eye is sunrise, the left is sunset, the moonshine ain't got me drunk yet My tongue's wet for the lunar eclipse, and when you're flat broke ain't nothing you won't do for a fix It's a beautiful mix of Jesus-Juice on my lips And words that are stuck so I stirred 'em up with a crucifix And this is where I found a friend in Christ But I also found a few spikes and I decided to use them as pegs on my bike So you'd have a place to stand when I broke you out of that vice And now I'm going back to rehab. (going, going, back, back to rehab) I'm going back to rehab... (going, going, back, back to rehab) I'm going back to rehab... (going, going, back, back to rehab) I'm going back to rehab... (going, going, back, back to rehab) (going, going, back, back to rehab) (going, going, back, back to rehab) I'm going back as a Dead-Again Christian, with a medicine prescription Yeah I'm a friend of Bill! Let-let-let me in! Get me outta this! Hooked up to plugs and wires while the dogs sniff for a powdered substance In a town of judgments with glass-house developments Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence They ain't never considered how just one rock, Could crack the whole facade, now they call the ski slingshots I will not meditate on the sermon Heaven's gate is burnin', so we self-medicate with bourbon While their collection plate gets turned into a purse I've turned into a second-rate person, but I'm not the first This isn't your typical cry for help I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with a +Bible belt+ Reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods Now that, that right there, that's one hell of a God You can't match magic with an addict that's got a mapping compass In order to find a substance and matchstick that functions A searching and fearless immoral inventory 'Til every person with a story begins to bore me I did what I had to do to get To the place where your face wasn't such a blurry mess I packed all your favorite promises and words that we kept, You weren't hard to find, all it took was 13 steps. And now I'm going back to rehab... I'm going back to rehab... I'm going back to rehab... I'm going back to rehab... I don't drink though I'm going there to give him cash, hear him laugh, bring him back If I can't tear down these walls, I'll slip him through the crack. If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed, Where he's been, I ain't been allowed to visit, and I miss him. Put me in a submission hold, got him living in a hole. Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack--he's getting old. This bitter cold does nothing for his brittle bones--he's shaking. Eternally put on hold, that prison phone's always taken Put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up. I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut. Raise it up! Somebody cover me, I'm going in, with razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within. Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything, but I've been doing the best that I can. I take it day by day, just one step at a time, and I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line.