Crumble
Sage Francis Lyrics


They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and I'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low

And as long as I've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You can't tell me it's still settling
Built on an Indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and I would write letters

Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortise
That's why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS

By the time I developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Don't know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumbling

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

bob kenneth

Not that I have to defend sage,but....: Swimming through iron limbs of the knighted stiffs
The skeletal remains of false praise, the slow decay of yesterday's recycled gifts
They're drowning in sorrow cause they pray with clenched fists
Shamed by the broken promise of tomorrow, the guilt sticks to the ribs
And it's ageless, and it's ancient, and it ain't shit
When compared to the present, so all hail the king
While the paupers and peasants return to the so-called essence
The war, the famine, the death, the pestilence
Float on



All comments from YouTube:

Rick Maat

This song itself is a diamond in the rough! I wish it wouldn't end

marissa7

seen better days in my night terrors

DiLL590

Slave Labor:

You made me work for what I couldn't have

Detriment Hip Hop

Sage has such crazy and unique rhyme scheme. Multisylabics but broken into so many different placements.

No One

They said the second house I lived in after being adopted was built on an indian burial ground. I dont know if that is true though

588482a

i was a bike messenger without a bike 😫😢

ROXY-JANE BREALEY

😌

G Money

dont know why i even bothered....

Bury White

aged paper

Christopher Hernandez

your just aged paper
like old newspapers

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