Talk To Strangers

Now I wasn't raised at gunpoint And I've read too many books To distract me from the mirror When unhappy with my looks And I ain't got proper diction For the makings of a thug Though I grew up in the ghetto And my niggers all sold drugs And though that may validate me For a spot on MTV Or get me all the airplay That my bank account would need I was hoping to invest in A lesson that I learned I thought this fool had jumped me Just because it was my turn I went to an open space Because I knew he wouldn't do it If somebody there could see him Or somebody else might prove it And maybe in your eyes It may seem I got punked out Because I walked a narrow path And then went and changed my route But that openness exposed me To a truth I couldn't find In the clenched fists of my ego Or the confines of my mind In the hip-ness of my swagger Or the swagger in my step Or the scowl of my grimace Or the mean-ness of my rep Because we represent a truth son That changes by the hour And when you open to it Vulnerability is power And in that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change And that truth's living proof Of the fact that god is strange Talk to strangers When family fails and friends lead you astray And Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and turns out god is gay As angels and messiahs love can come in many forms In the hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm And when you finally take the time to see what they're about And perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out Maybe you'll find when cycles end You're back where you began But come this time around You'll have someone to hold your hand Who prays for you who's there for you Who sends you love and light Exposes you to parts of you That you once tried to fight And come this time around You choose to walk a different path You'll embrace what you turned away And cry at what you laughed Because that's the only way We're going to make it through this storm Where ignorance is common sense And senselessness, the norm And flags waive high above the truth And the two never touch, And stolen goods are overpriced And freedom costs too much And no one seems to recognize The symbols come to life The bitten apple on the screen And Jesus had a wife And she was his messiah Like that stranger may be yours Who holds a subtle knife That carves through worlds like magic doors And that's what I've been looking for The bridge from then to now Just watching B.E.T like what the fuck son This is foul But that square box can't represent This sphere that we live in The Earth is not a flat screen I ain't trying to fit in But this ain't for the underground This here is for the Sun A seed a stranger gave to me And planted on my tongue And when I look at you I know I'm not the only one As a great man once said There's nothing more powerful Than an idea. Whose time. Has come.