Strange Things
Fort Minor Lyrics

Everybody up
Attention, everyone. Listen up.

Let me introduce to you
Allow me to present and acquaint you with someone.

A man that you heard of
A person that may have come across your awareness before.

Or you thought you knew
Or someone you believed you already knew.

Well give me a couple of seconds just to prove to you
Please grant me a brief moment to demonstrate this to you.

(You never did...)
(But you never believed me...)

But let me give you a chance to
But I will still give you an opportunity to learn more.

I used to swear everybody had it in for me
I used to believe that everyone was against me.

People only wanted to talk to spit on me
People only wanted to talk to insult me.

So I paint pictures, draw a little bit
So I expressed myself through the art of drawing and painting.

And every time I was pissed off at some kid
And each time I was frustrated with a particular child.

I'd head home I'd draw a little sketch
I would return home and create a small drawing.

Of any kid I hated with a knife in the neck
Of any child that I detested, with a drawing of a knife in their neck.

A pencil in the eye and a hole in the back
I would draw a pencil in their eye and a hole in their back.

I had a backpack of six sketches like that
I had a backpack full of six such sketches.

And over time people started to see the pictures that I made
As time passed, others became aware of the drawings that I had created.

Made a lot of sense to me, but
They made sense to me, however,

It never even really made much of a difference
It did not have a significant impact.

They still talk shit
They still speak poorly of me.

But not at close distance
But not up close when I am present.

And that sucked
And that was unpleasant.

Cause all I wanted to have was just a little attention whether good or bad, but
It frustrated me because I simply wanted attention, whether it was positive or negative.

Over time I got sick of trying
Eventually, I grew weary of trying.

And kept making the pictures and kept drawing lines
Yet, I continued to create drawings and sketches.

I don't know where I'm going with this
I am not entirely sure where I'm headed with this narrative.

I'm just reminiscing and telling the story of this
I am simply reflecting on and sharing this story.

Sit back and take in the story of a kid
Just relax and absorb the tale of a child.

As I look back at the strange things I did
As I examine the peculiar things I engaged in.

Let me tell the truth to you
Allow me to speak honestly to you.

I never thought I'd be anyone you'd wish you knew
I never anticipated that I would become someone that you'd want to associate with.

I just thought I'd end up a stain on the wall
I merely believed that I would end up being a mark, a blemish on the wall.

Something you wanna fix, if you see it at all
Something you would want to repair, if you noticed it at all.

Anyway back a few years time
Anyway, a few years ago, in the past,

I had a class with a smart mouth friend of mine
I attended a course with a friend of mine who was particularly insolent.

And we would sit in the back
We would take seats in the rear of the classroom.

The two of us combined
Together, the two of us,

Would make fun of everybody just to pass the time
Made fun of everyone to fill the time.

Now, we did it quietly so no one heard
We engaged in these activities quietly, so as not to alert anyone else.

A couple of nerds with pages full of pictures and words
Just two uncool individuals with filled pages of doodles and text.

Until this kid heard we were calling him names
Until this child found out that we were insulting him behind his back.

And decided to get tough
And opted to get aggressive.

I remember he came up
I recall him approaching me.

To me that day, front of half my friends
In front of many of my companions, he came up to me that day.

And talked shit so loud
He spoke badly of me in a loud voice.

People couldn't pretend they didn't hear him
People could not pretend they did not hear what he said.

Saying he would beat my ass
Threatening to beat me up.

And I laughed
And I laughed it off.

But he was serious and pushed me back
But he was serious and physically shoved me backward.

At this point I was pretty confused
At this juncture, I felt quite bewildered.

This little bitch was all amped
This small and weak person was very excited.

So what could I do?
So, I was unsure how to react in the situation.

I shoulda come back at him for all to see
I should have retaliated in front of everyone else.

But instead I just told him that: it wasn't me...
But, rather than get into a physical altercation or respond with hostility, I denied the accusations...

(x2)
(Repeats the lines that indicate reminiscing and telling a story)

It's like Flatliners
This is similar to the plot of the movie 'Flatliners.'

You see that flick?
Have you seen that movie?

People die and come back seeing crazy shit
Individuals pass away but reawaken and witness strange occurrences.

People that they did wrong come back and attack them
Those that they treated wrongly return to assault them.

And everyone they hurt comes back for revenge
Everyone whom they have harmed comes back to get even.

Well if that was ever gonna to happen to me
If that scenario were to ever take place in my own history,

I'd potentially would be attacked constantly
I might be frequently targeted and assaulted.

But then again, for all the pain in my past
However, on the other hand, considering all the hurt in my past,

There'd be a lot of people that had better watch their ass
There would be quite a few individuals who should keep an eye out for themselves.