Lyrics Hoofprints in the Sand - Sage Francis
(Feat.
Scratches
by
Reanimator)
I′ve
seen
a
monkey
evolve
into
a
man
I've
seen
a
man
devolve
into
a
monkey
I′ve
seen
a
junkie
redeem
himself
with
help
I've
seen
a
wealthy
man
melt
into
the
snow
and
blow
his
credit
on
a
decongestant
The
dyslexics
breathe
easy
The
people
in
the
top
tax
bracket
just
keep
looking
for
freebies
Thumbing
their
noses
at
those
in
need
of
handouts
I'm
talkin′
panhandlers
with
secondhand
clothes,
living
hand
to
mouth
Camping
out
on
Capitol
Hill
The
fat
cats
are
still
insisting
reparations
be
a
jagged
little
pill
Today
there′s
free
vaccinations
at
the
walk-in
clinic
If
you're
lucky,
you
won′t
just
be
a
guinea
pig
Call
me
a
cynic
I
find
it
interesting
how
certain
epidemics
spread
More
specifically
– where
they
don't
and
who
isn′t
affected
Yeah,
I'm
infected
with
a
curious
nature
The
welcome
mat
said,
"God
bless
this
home,"
not
"God
damn
thy
neighbor"
They
can
repeat
history
but
can′t
recycle
paper
They
don't
see
the
forest
or
the
trees,
just
skyscrapers
Towels
of
Babel
in
a
town
full
of
cattle
When
I
question
brand
loyalty,
the
crowd
is
bedazzled
But
I'll
never
be
hoodwinked,
I′m
mindful
of
the
footprints
The
shape
of
the
hoof,
the
way
the
path
in
the
wood
splits
The
author
of
the
book,
the
origin
of
the
crucifix
The
waitress
looking
for
tips
and
the
place
where
the
cook
spits
This
is
where
I
was
when
the
bomb
dropped
Hiding
from
the
uninvited
onslaught
I′ve
seen
people
who
don't
believe
in
sleep
count
sheep
With
calculators
that
double
as
alarm
clocks
From
Noah′s
Ark
all
the
way
to
Rosa
Parks
To
black
folk
pushing
white
agendas
inside
of
an
office
with
flow
charts
Technology
ain't
shit,
we
feed
off
the
fruit
When
I
stuff
leaves
of
absence
in
my
briefcase,
follow
suit
Spill
the
liquid
from
your
double
fisted
escapade
Kill
kids
with
the
drunken
misfits
in
your
Escalade
It′s
gruel
for
the
food
fight
and
foreign
aid
Bream
'em
down
and
build
′em
back
up
with
what
you
throw
away
Administering
band
aids
on
amputated
limbs
Kissing
'em
with
air
raids,
and
your
lips
gave
'em
infections
Too
many
closed
doors
led
to
back
drafts
Now
the
spring
edition
of
fashion
catalogues
feature
gasmasks
How
becoming
on
these
lanky
models
They
can′t
look
truth
in
the
mirror
without
a
pair
of
safety
goggles
Hold
the
bobble
head,
insert
the
feeding
tube
Even
if
they
stop
breathing,
make
sure
they
keep
eating
food
Do
the
Schiavo
Mouth
opened
wide
like
a
perverse
psycho
circus
side
show
Forgive
me
not,
my
patterns
stay
impartial
to
apologies
Despite
a
polite
side
of
mine
that
says,
"I′m
so
sorry"
Adding
flame
infinitum
for
your
eternal
fuel
tank
My
higher
power
doesn't
need
to
be
thanked
Thanks
anyway,
that′s
from
him
to
me
to
you
I
don't
mind
being
the
middle
man,
someday
I
might
need
one,
too
I′m
at
the
fire
Where
are
you?
I'm
at
the
fire
Where
the
hell
are
you?
I′ve
seen
a
man
devolve
into
a
monkey
I've
seen
a
monkey
evolve
into
a
man
I've
seen
it
all,
upside
down,
in-between,
inside
out
It′s
neither
here
nor
there,
hoofprints
in
the
sand
I′ve
fallen
head
first
into
the
pit
of
my
stomach
Taught
to
trust
my
gut,
got
no
trust
in
the
gutless
Save
some
hope
for
the
hopeless,
but
I
won't
show
it
Shoot
my
load
in
an
opus,
now
it′s
an
open
casket
Going
to
Hades
in
a
hand
basket
Holding
onto
a
dream,
but
lately
we
can't
grasp
it
There′s
been
too
much
murder
and
not
enough
martyr
Why
is
it
no
one
else
wants
to
impress
Jodie
Foster?
[X3:]
I'm
at
the
fire
We′re
at
the
fire
Where
are
you?
Where
are
you?
You
can't
have
revolution
without
evolution,
huh?
You
can't
have
evolution
without
velution,
huh?
You
can′t
have
velution
without
elution,
huh?
You
can′t
have
elution
without
lution,
huh?
You
can't
have
lution
without
ution,
huh?
You
can′t
have
ution
without
tion,
huh?
You
can't
have
tion
without
ion,
huh?
You
can′t
have
ion
without
on,
huh?
You
can't
have
on
without
n,
huh?
Seriously
I
know
that
you
pray
when
the
chips
are
down
But
act
different
when
there
are
atheists
around
Have
suspicions
that
make
you
think
you′ll
drown
All
alone
in
the
middle
of
a
crowd
I'd
be
a
liar
if
I
said
I
never
had
to
beg
Doubled
over
with
my
knees
bent
touching
my
head
Stuck
in
a
bed,
dealing
with
all
of
these
evil
visions
Running
from
the
dead
in
a
fetal
position
Needing
assistance
from
a
nurse
She
said,
"Tell
me
where
it
hurts"
These
words
are
gonna
make
my
belly
burst
So
I
mentally
revert
to
all
the
enemies
I've
cursed
Running
through
my
memories
in
reverse
I
said
bring
that
beat
back,
man,
bring
that
beat
back
A
flash
ain′t
enough
time
for
me
to
recap
I′m
a
bastard
sometimes,
don't
think
I
don′t
see
that
Laughing
at
the
dumb,
blind,
the
deaf
to
the
knee
slaps
Cracking
punch
lines
for
the
sake
of
some
green
stacks
Passion
for
the
rhyme
can
be
cheapened
by
feedback
I
shut
my
eyes
and
proceed
to
go
dream
catch
But
a
troubled
mind
can't
seem
to
fall
asleep
fast
I
cut
my
ties
like
the
way
that
a
fiend
acts
Go
into
overdrive
and
get
caught
in
a
speed
trap
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.