"Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great
have fallen What have I done to myself? It's been
way too long!"

We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I
ain't the same man I was Hi, how are you doing?
I'm new and improved with even less to lose A
collector's edition version of a virgin drink
ordering cocktail teller Gone way wrong...to the
point of no rerun

Over the edge and burned out before I even got my
shine Holding my head in pure doubt Out of
insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme
about

Yeah, I know I was supposed to change the world
and all But it looks like the world got to me
first If you can't beat em, join 'em.. Then hurt
the team by beating yourself

I'm different...in a different way The only thing
that stays the same is change While people claim
their states, I state my claims Sage Francis made
a name for himself For the record my mother calls
me Paul Which was my father's middle name, but Ray
Stepped in and raised me It's crazy, but this is a
game I play

called "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not
answering Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a
broken promise I'm mishandling? Gambling away my
money issues, somebody owes me big bucks My career
depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and
blowing me up

Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership Spoken
word then got 'em all interested Now I don't have
to serve ice cream to little kids I serve emcees
who think they're rippin' it And poets who think
they're somehow significant Meanwhile both are
loud and ignorant And don't know how to speak to a
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I am different. In a different way The only thing
that stays the same is change While people claim
their states, I state my claims I'm a quiet
natured player who outwardly hates the game I
shake what I got, which is a jingly pocket I do my
mini-market research and make noise for myself
when I walk quick

I talk with authority while I question it When I
ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessing But
if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHING It is
your self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well
for this petrii dish Where talk is invisible to
the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking
with I'm a real vegetarian: No chicken...not even
fish I'm a real underground rapper My tape quality
sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a
case of the gimmes I've got an outtie if she's got
an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her
chimney The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic.
You're only 60 heart beats per minute A human
second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will
thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be getting too big for my britches but I
paid my dues when the cost was climbing If I burn
too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful
island As long as I've been rhyming, they only
started listening Because for a while they didn't
like how I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was
pissin' in

Plus I had no dead homies to pour out the liquor I
don't drink You can flash your shiny objects in
front of my eyes and I won't blink I'm
motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..
I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh
yyyeeeaaahhhh..