Sage Francis Climb Trees Lyrics:
Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light
show Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms
to plateaus The Earth...manipulates itself beneath
me I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this
lagged state

Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead
still Upright...but dead still Word is still
born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop
that y'all chill on If the building's boarded up
and the children of the corn -er Liquor Store
don't want to kick it no more... because holes
have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed
& toes have become sore

I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck Yeah,
if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the
fuck up

Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the
mountain range Cash the chips in on your shoulder,
cut your losses, die young, count the change How
strange...you think these clouds look lovely?
Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me No
symbols...are below me enough to overlook I know
you read my every move, I wrote the book

Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise.
Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being
interviewed Shaking uncontrollably. "How you
doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"
Brought it right back to me like "What've you
been up to?"

I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors
who live down the stairs I walk the streets. And
they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 years So I
say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched
verse in their face... Disrespecting their
personal space In a split second, curtains and
drapes get closed They think they've shut me out,
but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of
"O"s I'd break their windows with a
stone that has a note attatched that says "I
hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know
the haps:"

"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry
trees down Dead to this world. Bury me now."

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I am from a distant place that sits and waits for
my belated time to come but its too late I've
missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf,
blind and dumb My father taught me one thing...how
to fire a gun I don't bother...this is survival
for fun

I have become the most sinister sin city slicker
************* cynical dim witted trixter critical
shit grinning hipster Whisper...to my
earhole...tell me not to be fearful Be careful not
to make any...sudden...movements Show me your
sole...I like to study shoe prints

You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them
stubby toes! I left them guys with bloody clothes.
For a second time...nobody knows The pain I've
seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen Nobody knows
why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it
bleed

Chorus: Climb trees...go out on a limb To find
me...forget about him Forget about hymns...what
are those psalms that you sing What are those
songs that are in your head echoing...

I am not here to make a change. I break chains I
break dance moves and move Strange-- Strange
Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission
statements Living in basements with subterranean
secret service agents With little patience. A
pediatrician who hate kids Women's lib is getting
choked to death by their own baby bibs Baby, did
you know I love women who hate mankind? I talk
about it all the damn time....keep it comin'
HUH!!!

"IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE
MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the
stock in boring small talk, And I've trade marked
this facial expression called the
"gawk." So fuck off. I dis functions
souped by ninjas and hockey fights While
discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights All
them bitches want me tonight...I've been so great
and respectful They only get salty when I bend
them into the shape of a pretzel I make them
flexible when I break their schedule. It only got
hard... When I asked 'em politely not to fight me
and to give up.(i think he says 'their')..God
Damn...this is easier than I thought it would be
They'll attend any party and not fight it as long
as they're invited cordially Unfortunately, I've
only got so many hundred openings But talk to me,
I want to take you all under my broken wings

Who's the right man for the job?! Put up your
hands y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand
up to God

Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and
wave it now
Lyrics: Climb Trees, Sage Francis [end]