Chords for Sage Francis - Personal Journals - Different

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73.45 bpm
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B

E

F

C

C#

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Sage Francis - Personal Journals - Different chords
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Nothing at last is sacred.
Oh all the great have fallen.
What have I done to myself?
It's been way too long.
[F] We need to [D] reacquaint.
Things are different now.
I ain't the same man I was.
Hi, how you doing?
I'm new and [E] improved with even less to lose.
[C] A collector's edition version of a [Em] virgin drink.
Ordering cocktails.
[A#m] Tell her gone way [F] wrong.
To the point of no return.
Over the edge and burned out before I even got my shine.
Holding my head and peered out.
Out of [E] insight.
Out of mindful things to shout or [C#] rhyme about.
I know I'm supposed [B] to change the world and all.
Looks like the world got to me first.
If you can't beat them, join them.
Hurt the team by beating yourself.
I'm different.
In a different way.
The only thing that stays the same is change.
While people claim their
stakes, I state my claims.
Sage Francis made a name for himself.
For the record, my mother
calls me Paul.
Which was my father's middle name, but Ray stepped in and raised me.
[G] It's crazy,
but this is a game I play called shut the fuck up.
Don't bother calling me at all,
cause I'm not answering.
Is that a voicemail bomb threat or her broken promise?
I'm mishandling,
[A#] gambling away [B] my money issues.
Somebody owes me big bucks.
My career depends on explosive
vacuum sucking me in and pow.
Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership.
Spoken word then got
them all interested.
No, I don't have to serve ice cream to little kids.
I get to serve MCs who
think they riveting.
And poets who think they're somehow significant.
Meanwhile, both alive,
ignorant, and don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment.
I am different.
In a
different way.
The only thing that stays the same is change.
And while people claim their stakes,
I state my claims.
I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the game.
I shake what I got,
which is a jingly pocket.
Do my mini market research and make noise for myself when I walk
quick.
I talk with authority while I question.
When I ask who am I, I'm not guessing.
But if
you're a poor man's version of anything, it's your self-perception.
I am different.
So different.
So, so different.
In a different way.
Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for
this petri dish where talk is invisible to the naked eye and I hate the guy they're speaking
with.
I'm a real vegetarian.
No chicken, not even fish.
I'm a real underground rapper.
My
tape quality sucks.
My records are warped.
My CD skips.
Lady Luck is a greedy bitch,
in a case of the Gimmys.
But I've got an Audi and she's got a Denny.
I'll clean her pipes and then
sweep her chimney.
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic.
I'm only 60 heartbeat per minute.
A human second hand me down an earth guy who will thrift shop lift his hip hop.
I may be getting too
big for my bridges, but I paid my dues while the cost was climbing.
And if I burn too many bridges,
I'll never get off this awful island.
As long as I've been rhyming, they only started listening.
Cause for [C] a while they didn't like [B] how I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was pissing in.
And I had
no dead homies to honor while pouring out the liquor I don't drink.
You can flash all your
objects in front of my eyes and I won't blink.
Why?
I am different.
So different.
I'm different.
So different.
I am different.
So different.
I'm different.
I am different.
So different.
In a good way.
I am different.
So different.
Not experimental.
I am different.
Like black
players.
[C#] I am different.
So different.
I am different.
So different.
[E] So different.
Different like a platypus.
Analytical analyst.
By the end of this record,
I'm going to show [B] all of y'all know who Sage Francis is.
[C#m] [F#] [B] [E]
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Nothing at last is sacred.
Oh all the great have fallen.
What have I done to myself?
It's been way too long.
[F] We need to [D] reacquaint.
Things are different now.
I ain't the same man I was.
Hi, how you doing?
I'm new and [E] improved with even less to lose.
[C] A collector's edition version of a [Em] virgin drink.
Ordering cocktails.
[A#m] Tell her gone way [F] wrong.
To the point of no return.
Over the edge and burned out before I even got my shine.
Holding my head and peered out.
Out of [E] insight.
Out of mindful things to shout or [C#] rhyme about.
I know I'm supposed [B] to change the world and all.
Looks like the world got to me first.
If you can't beat them, join them.
Hurt the team by beating yourself.
I'm different.
In a different way.
The only thing that stays the same is change.
While people claim their
stakes, I state my claims.
Sage Francis made a name for himself.
For the record, my mother
calls me Paul.
Which was my father's middle name, but Ray stepped in and raised me.
[G] It's crazy,
but this is a game I play called shut the fuck up.
Don't bother calling me at all,
cause I'm not answering.
Is that a voicemail bomb threat or her broken promise?
I'm mishandling,
[A#] gambling away [B] my money issues.
Somebody owes me big bucks.
My career depends on explosive
vacuum sucking me in and pow.
Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership.
Spoken word then got
them all interested.
No, I don't have to serve ice cream to little kids.
I get to serve MCs who
think they riveting.
And poets who think they're somehow significant.
Meanwhile, both alive,
ignorant, and don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment.
I am different.
In a
different way.
The only thing that stays the same is change.
And while people claim their stakes,
I state my claims.
I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the game.
I shake what I got,
which is a jingly pocket.
Do my mini market research and make noise for myself when I walk
quick.
I talk with authority while I question.
When I ask who am I, I'm not guessing.
But if
you're a poor man's version of anything, it's your self-perception.
I am different.
So different.
So, so different.
In a different way.
Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for
this petri dish where talk is invisible to the naked eye and I hate the guy they're speaking
with.
I'm a real vegetarian.
No chicken, not even fish.
I'm a real underground rapper.
My
tape quality sucks.
My records are warped.
My CD skips.
Lady Luck is a greedy bitch,
in a case of the Gimmys.
But I've got an Audi and she's got a Denny.
I'll clean her pipes and then
sweep her chimney.
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic.
I'm only 60 heartbeat per minute.
A human second hand me down an earth guy who will thrift shop lift his hip hop.
I may be getting too
big for my bridges, but I paid my dues while the cost was climbing.
And if I burn too many bridges,
I'll never get off this awful island.
As long as I've been rhyming, they only started listening.
Cause for [C] a while they didn't like [B] how I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was pissing in.
And I had
no dead homies to honor while pouring out the liquor I don't drink.
You can flash all your
objects in front of my eyes and I won't blink.
Why?
I am different.
So different.
I'm different.
So different.
I am different.
So different.
I'm different.
_ I am different.
So different.
In a good way.
I am different.
So different.
Not experimental.
I am different.
Like black
players.
_ [C#] I am different.
So different.
I am different.
So different.
[E] _ So different.
Different like a platypus.
Analytical analyst.
By the end of this record,
I'm going to show [B] all of y'all know who Sage Francis is.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _