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[Sage Francis]
consider me to be a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view. i stare
as my birthtime drew near.
the only earth i knew reared
me in a world i grew to fear.
i do appear quite nude and warm. i'm like, "what's up with the lights and the white uniforms?"
you're damn right, you're truly wrong when a hand strikes the newly born.
"i can't fight," i'm cruely scorned. in a man's life, the beauty's gone.
i was scared with fright through the storm, i'm prepared to write a mutiny song.
"it's a miracle lord!"
damn, my dick is long. oh, that's just the umbilical chord,
(clip, clip, snip, snip) and now it's gone along with my foreskin.
one of them awful things that they do to the offspring.
the sting is lessened by the drugs they pump into my miniature body,
making us addicts just that quick is their signature hobbie.
an infamous robbery, and if i'm not careful then my shaft'll break.
it's got me coming up with creative ways to masturbate.
i wanna' be held, but my father rebelled and my mother's unconscious.
i went from a dark bliss to some boxes,
it's obnoxious the way the doctors poke and prod. seriously i can barely function,
this is my first out of body experience and alien abduction.
i'm barely a munchkin, after just minutes of labor.
they're putting my tiny footprints on some birth certificate paper.
my personal hell of isolation began in an incubator,
if i think of it later, slice open my wrist and check the microchip data.
they didn't capture it on beta film or audio,
the year made me a dragon, the month made me a scorpio.
the weak, feeble, helpless baby boy cried for nights,
but that day was the time of my life.
but that day was the time of my life.
but that day, but that day, was the time of my life...
it's like, i don't know how to act.
it's like my fatal 100 class just flunked my ass.
it's like, i've been keanu reeves' understudy for the past year and a half.
it's like i look like a member of the 90210 cast.
it's like, i'm oj saying, "yeah, i'mma find those killers fast."
it's like i'm nemo saying, "yeah, i'm serious, i'm gonna get your cash."
it's like i'm trying to cover up my pain with laughs.
see, me and irony, we go way back.
you could keep us exchanging insults and snaps on 8-track.
but once the laughter dies down, i'm always the one who has to face the fact,
and finding method in his madness. it's like a needle in a haystack.
a needle, take that! looking, good one.
ya know what, irony, i've come to the realization that laughter ain't the best medicine.
it's just the primitive form of novacaine.
this kid is to live long and know the pain.
so while substances float through the veins of my father to control his brain,
i'm resistant from the xs etched on my back, written sober and plain.
i'mma go to your grave before i die, at least one time, i promise.
but to be honest,
i'm just not ready for the punchline.
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