Non-Prophets - Any Port lyrics

(Intro) [Sage Francis] Uh-uh-uh Ha, Ha, Ha! (Chorus) [Sage Francis] You ain't been where I've been And I don't pretend to know where you come from, Jack But most likely, I've been there, Mmm-Hmm And, I've done that, Mmm-Hmm You ain't been where I've been And I don't pretend to know where you come from, Jack But most likely, I've been there, and done that And if your lucky enough (lucky enough), I'll come back (Verse 1) [Sage Francis] Back from hell again, a sack of skeleton Corroded bones, and a saggy bag of flesh and skin Head of medicine, hands of labor pains A s**y grin on the man with a face that strains A change of eating habits, (who did you back) Like a love needs its magic, a drug needs its addict, (a crack) In the coded language, asking for open statements A plastic mask and a nose with reloaded fragrances A sense of when a situation stinks It keeps me and my relationships indifferent In the same way The only thing that changes is the blood stains on the razor blade (My rain doesn't stop), 'til all you got is flooded gardens When the president runs out of excuses, he's sure to make a couple pardons (Where I'm from), you can't run from your problems (When my time comes), it had better wear a studded condom Indispensable pleasures with a price tag Forgettable treasures buried in the mind of my dad Erotic love is masturbation when life's sad A product of the Last Temptation that Christ had (But don't get cross with me) unless you've come to touch my palms Just to get me up in alms Watch me part your Red Sea Legs, till they bleed when I force em open Searching for Any Port when I see the storm approaching (Chorus) [Sage Francis] You ain't been where I've been And I don't pretend to know where you come from, Jack But most likely, I've been there, Mmm-Hmm And, I've done that, Mmm-Hmm You ain't been where I've been And I don't pretend to know where you come from, Jack But most likely, I've been there, and done that And if your lucky enough (lucky enough), I'll come back (Verse 2) [Sage Francis] Back to the grill again, (back with a vengeance) A million men with expired s** packets of adolescence Back to the essence, (back to the grindstone) A world went through earthlings, a traveling cyclone Pa**ing time zones, (stuffing my pocket of heirlooms) A Sly Stallone Stunt Double with Rocky career moves Backing up to square one, (laughing when I hear some) DJ's who should start from scratch, flash their flare gun Rapping in my ear drum, (Emcees can't smile) Graff kids who gave daps with wack hand styles Going back to the basic roots (Rappers in Asics suits) Master the breaks, produce cla**ics, in A-List groups Back on the Vegas Group, Playing Blackjack So I can take this loot, back from the fat chicks in latex boots Back from sabbatical (stabbed in the abdominal) A lot of s**ers like to say they were in Drama School They're in the game to rape the industry I'm here to get what should've been given to me In the first place, and then fake an injury For the sake of simplicity, (bringing it back) For the sake of complex theory, some are considering quitting rap Side saddle riding cowboys, we calling the motions of home life And then leading their horse through smoke rings A breed of cross-promotion, (I see that lost it's ocean) Searching for Any Port when I see the Storm Approaching (Chorus) [Sage Francis] You ain't been where I've been And I don't pretend to know where you come from, Jack But most likely, I've been there, Mmm-Hmm And, I've done that, Mmm-Hmm You ain't been where I've been And I don't pretend to know where you come from, Jack But most likely, I've been there, and done that And if your lucky enough (lucky enough), I'll come back (Outro) [Joey Beats] *Various Samples Scratched and Production until End*