Life is What Distracts You From Death - Sage Francis



Yo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unh

Life is what distracts you from death

Gaspin for breath

Grabbin your chest

Now look to God and ask him what's left?

No answer, now how can I pass the test?

I can't figure out the order of this bastard's mess

I'm feelin disasterous

Massive stress

It's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess

Now put that to rest

I'm sportin rags when I dress

While you're mad obsessed

With Tommy Hil, Polo and Guess

Got selected best when rap was a braggin contest

Now you could of sounded like THIS

To sell records act possessed

I've blasted the best

Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest

Hooooes need to get their fat asses dressed

Masters of sex

Must have been molested ___?___ committed incest

Violated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts

Got father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up

I never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def

As you get gassed by the press

Me? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas left

I had to walk my way home but I forgot the address

Once I got there I had no access

To my house

Moms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouth

My bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold back

I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black

Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whack







She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap

The way she does when she smoooookes crack

You don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak moment

Opponents are slow to react

Like when I got to gave a pound and you throw dap

Now you know that

Every man is lis



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