Any Port

(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 sexy grin on the man with a face that strains
A change of eating habits, (who needs 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 arms
Watch me part your red sea leg 'til 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 you're 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 sex packets of adolescence
Back to the essence, (back to the grindstone)
A whirlwind through earthlings, a traveling cyclone
Passing 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)
Masters of breaks produced classics and 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 suckers 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*