Francis, Sage - Personal Journalist Lyrics






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.

Word is the worthless wordsmiths were conversing impersonal twists.
Heard they're concerned with making the Earth shift.
These kid games are silly. When all art is signed anonymous,
He'll turn that Big Bang Theory into a Small Pop Hypothesis.

Sage Francis.
Death Merchant.
1968-2001
Devoted son...father to none...

Husband to something soulless and didn't spend his life with who he loved.
The hardest workers in showbiz need no diamond studded glove.
"His time is up!" He's still the type poised to make a come back.
Kill the white noise until the sun's black.
Moonwalk around New York City and get murdered by flocks of sheep,
Who square dance circles inside a box of beats.
The California Dream sequences end quick.
Couldn't find middle ground in little towns on some Midwest trip.
He stood for something...but fell for every trick in the book, so he stopped believing...
In an avant garden of Eden.
"Get off the cross!" Of course we need the wood to burn a Godless heathen.
Catch him red handed...only if his palms are bleeding.

Sage Francis
Non-Prophet.
Artificially Intelligent.
Avant Guardian Angel Dust Mite.
1968-2001
It's been a pleasure. It's been a pleasure

But get out of my weathered face with all that sunshine
Get out my weathered face with all that sunshine
Get out my weathered face with all that sunshine
Get out my weathered face.





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  1. F.... T....

    You deaf or ignorant people that dont give this the recognition it deserves. Keep living content in your blissful existences

  2. R.... R....

    Great Song!

  3. R.... L....

    Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with.... Homie low key predicted the ending of lost.

  4. R.... V....

    Underrated as hell!

  5. V.... J....

    This literally saved my life at 18, and t still does at 34. I saw Sage here in Australia many years ago and it was a highlight of my life.

    V.... J....

    god liked this comment

  6. C.... K....

    Greatest white rapper ever.

    C.... K....

    You don't need to specify white.

  7. B.... A....

    Tight scraps.

  8. S.... T....

    This hits, my father was mentally ill, i was 10 when it came to a head right at Christmas 24th... He attempted suicide (full on, Charcoal dinner, more IV drips than i understood) we all thought things would go back to the way they were; they would go back to normal soon.... They didn't, idk where he is now, or if he even "is" since i don't know any of you... it got worse... now as a "father" I'm terrified... This track hits too hard. I wish I knew how to bring the old "dad" back...

    thanks for letting me rant

    S.... T....

    The Sons fear of being a father holds me tighter than his grip ever did.

    S.... T....

    South Town ,
    -Scares the shit outa me too... Im still not a father, my father is getting older and even though hes still great and one of my biggest heroes, his memory is going and his eyesight and hearing too... which causes ALOT OF ARGUMENT (for nothing) between us... i just dont ever wana do that to my kids and not believe them and make them feel inferior, simply cause I haven't the physical senses left to understand what my potential kids are going through (if im lucky enough to have the good fortune to have any kids, - (preferabbly planned this time) - I know we don't know eachother, but I was having those same fears until right before my exxxxx girlfriend lost our child, It hit me too hard, and I guess I've barely discussed it just pushed it down, cause I still wasnt prepared to even be a father when I was like 22 I'm 28 now and still not good enough to be a father, by my standards...... idk... sage francis's music, AESOP ROCKS earlier music and much of his later stuff, and also scroobious pips music, relates to hard to my life and I'm sure 60% or 75% of most people's as well, and that they've gone outside - to see that cold alien night and moon - that they've never experienced before... anyway sorry for rambling and for the hard hits we go through by wanting to hear music thats real... and i know im a total stranger but that hit me too, also *^thumbs up^* every best wish for your personal father hood, man...

    S.... T....

    Thank you for sharing south town

    S.... T....

    Bring that "Dad back" by being the Dad he was when he was good and that you wished he could be.

  9. d.... ....

    duuuuuude highschooooooool. i forgot about this album. this shit is real as fuck!

    d.... ....

    That is real truth love it

    d.... ....

    +dexikid no one EVER should forget this lp...

    d.... ....

    +dexikid Was listening to this in High School as well.