Escape Artist Lyrics - Healthy Distrust - Sage Francis

(When I first got in to magic, yeah.) 

When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon 

Now everybody's like pick a card, any card 

If I shot my full load with the first hand I played 

I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines 

I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades 

But I'm not, I got out of that game 

Escape Artist 

I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps 

I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves 

I play through the pain and remain conscience 

Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments 

And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished 

Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with 

I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests 

After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets 

I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade 

It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby 

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look 

None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book 

Letters are falling apart 

But the sentence descend on the word and the wording is permanent 

Never been missed 

If you were missed 

What did you miss 

Interpreted is 

Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement 

Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment 

I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act 

And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half 

You See I never payed attention 

But I can't afford to laugh 

'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST 

but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd 

show a little bit of audience participation now 

When I say hip (what do I say?) 

You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!! 

And I'll respect it 

Check it, 

In a flair for the dramatic exit 

A fashionable entrance 

Late to my own arraignment (Oh!) 

The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment 

My folks gave me this already broken heart as my pallet 

While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent 

That's why you still live at home 

And I bought this house off my parents 

I'm getting ahead of myself 

(gettin ahead of myself) 

I see the hair on my back 

(see the hair on my back) 

I'm on the road reading Kerouac 

It's poems versus better raps 

I think to myself 

What's worth remembering 

Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods 

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look 

None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book 

Letters are falling apart 

But the sentence descend on the wording and the wording is permanent 

Never been missed 

If you were missed 

What did you miss 

Interpreted is 

Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement 

Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment 

But none of this is getting told in confidence 

I recognize the confidential records just to hold the listeners attention 

I'm a veteran of spacial relationships 

I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician 

Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist 

Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics 

I lost acquaintances 

And a morgue of lady friends 

I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous 

I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can kill 

And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations still 

Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if 

You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement 

The vault is vacant 

They're all looking for fault or blame 

I called my agent 

The moment that I caught the train 

I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's invited 

If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it 

But this is my burden to bare, not his 

And I'm a psychic without a sidekick 

Holding the future hostage 

A loose cannon standing on the roof top with 

A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths 

They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough 

Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much 

Escape Artist (x 5) 

I'm in two places at once 

Escape Artist 

I ain't slept in months 

Escape Artist 

I'm just trying to get away 

Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby 

[Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby 

No magic in the break 

Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by 

Escape Artist] 

[continues in background] 

Sage Francis: 

(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart! 

You know it's too big, uhh! 

Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby. 

I'll never fall in love with you, ever! 

If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!) 

Slug: 

Make some noise for Sage Francis ya'll!