Different

"Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have fallenWhat have I done to myself? It's been way too long!"We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I ain't the same man I wasHi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with even less to loseA collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail tellerGone way wrong...to the point of no rerunOver the edge and burned out before I even got my shineHolding my head in pure doubtOut of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme aboutYeah, I know I was supposed to change the world and allBut it looks like the world got to me firstIf you can't beat em, join 'em..Then hurt the team by beating yourselfI'm different...in a different wayThe only thing that stays the same is changeWhile people claim their states, I state my claimsSage Francis made a name for himselfFor the record my mother calls me PaulWhich was my father's middle name, but RayStepped in and raised meIt's crazy, but this is a game I playcalled "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not answeringIs that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise I'm mishandling?Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucksMy career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me upPoetry struck a nerve in the listenershipSpoken word then got 'em all interestedNow I don't have to serve ice cream to little kidsI serve emcees who think they're rippin' itAnd poets who think they're somehow significantMeanwhile both are loud and ignorantAnd don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environmentI am different. In a different wayThe only thing that stays the same is changeWhile people claim their states, I state my claimsI'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the gameI shake what I got, which is a jingly pocketI do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I walk quickI talk with authority while I question itWhen I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessingBut if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHINGIt is your self-perceptionGrowing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dishWhere talk is invisible to the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking withI'm a real vegetarian: No chicken...not even fishI'm a real underground rapperMy tape quality sucks, my records are warped and my CD skipsLady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmesI've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimneyThe beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're only 60 heart beats per minuteA human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphopI may be getting too big for my britchesbut I paid my dues when the cost was climbingIf I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful islandAs long as I've been rhyming, they only started listeningBecause for a while they didn't like howI wouldn't smoke the pot that I was pissin' inPlus I had no dead homies to pour out the liquor I don't drinkYou can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and I won't blinkI'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..