Climb Trees Lyrics - Singles - Sage Francis

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." 

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