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Sage Francis Personal Journalist 1968-2001 He left with deep breaths in each chest that needs less innovating, Because they're still debating over what "rhyme skill" is. Got Sick of Waiting...for time killers to get over their murder raps. Then he sold his own shirt off his back For cheap exposure. He'd seek for closure but stayed open minded. Always seemed to keep composure peeking over both his eyelids. Speaking vulgar in misleading cultures of ultra-violence. Teaching others how to be more loving through brotherly guidance. A bleeding soldier knows the science. He does the math quick and writes Without having to think twice. Without asking for advice. Letting the scalps peel. Having brains picked by head lice before the scabs heal. His death mask conceals his face paint. It feels like a safe place, but it ain't. Feels like it safety seals fates, but it don't. He's not a real saint. Just another one of those religious, political jokes. And that's not even half of the nutshell cats are compelled to crack open to extract his blood cells from. When he comes back from hell again, You'll have a few bones to pick with a fractured skeleton. Sage Francis Anti-socialite. Secret Admirer. Student Loaner. Continental Drifter. Professional Bootlegger. Spin Doctor. Self Referentialist. Road Runner. Personal Journalist.


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