Running from nothing with a stomach disgusted
So I gotta discuss it with the devil in my head
Yes, I’ll beat it to death while I’m burning bridges
Feel the earth start to shift, I feel the urge to dismiss
What’s the purpose of this, like I aint earning this shit?
I feel it’s breaking my ribs while I’m breaking my back
I want the time all back, I want some grace and relax
Feel there ain’t none of that, I feel it only gets harder
Feel like I’m fucking it up, I miss my son and my daughter
They miss the other type of father, doesn’t run so much farther
Wanna be so much larger, wanna feel like I’m smaller
So I’m pulling my collar, tugging back at my life
Staring back at my wife while she tells me dream
I feel the air of my screams, how arrogant it all seems
When the hair of this beast makes me feel like the me
I said i wanted to be when I would never stop running
When it all falls apart, we gonna pick it back up
I’m never giving it up, grew where the energy was
Run running out the clock while I’m running out my mind
Hook, line, and sinker, keep the boots on the line
Feet never stop but the heads gonna drop
Whether I like it or not I bleed the blood so hot
I’m never eating my words and never flying the coop
I got an anchor on my neck, I wear this bitch like a noose
Man, what the fuck you gon’ do, try and stop the pursuit?
I been running for years and never been where you aren’t
So I leave it all behind while it all falls apart
I found some art in the dark, I found some peace in the rain
Found my season in my brain and found a way to restrain
Wanted to kill all my pain, wanted a bullet to drain
Some suicide to coincide with divorce and disdain
Yeah, I’ll never stop running from the ghosts and the ghouls
And use the hurt that’s in my heart to spark the fire with fuel
I am nobody’s fool, there’s a god in my chest
I will never be less so give my skeletons keys
While I walk ‘em out the closet just to run with the breeze
‘Cause when it all falls apart, we gonna pick it back up
I’m never giving it up, grew where the energy was
Run running out the clock while I’m running out my mind
Hook, line, and sinker, keep the boots on the line
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Calm and lackadaisical but never without a hint (an overdose) of melancholy. Sadistik's understated delivery sports only a shadow of the energy of earlier releases. The instrumentation, with its clean angelic vocals paired with broken piano and string chords feels like it embodies the distant observation of beauty from below that pervades the entire album. Jof
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Fuck yeah man lets fucking GO!!!
absolutely smashing album I love P.O.S i love Astronautalis but this album is more than the sum of that, it made me rething like genre and how i think abt music. This album has everything i love about rap AND punk, it's rough and agressive and tender and nostalgic and sincere and cynical and makes me Feel Things Niki
An instrumental dance album inspired by and dedicated to all women of the world; one of many recent releases for The Cornel West Theory. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2018
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Sage Francis is truly the real deal. THIS is how rap should be... and he's a king amongst even the 5% of those mic slayers
confessional; witty; deep; poetic. master of his craft. thank you Sage
every track kills. can't choose one granthologist