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Escape Artist

アーティスト:Sage Francis  アルバム:A Healthy Distrust  作詞:SAGE FRANCIS  作曲:SAGE FRANCIS 

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Escape Artist by Sage Francis album:Healthy Distrust (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


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