Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Strangers

Nah, I wasnt raised at and Ive read too many books
To distract me from the mirror, when unhappy my looks
And I aint got proper diction for the of a thug
Though I grew up in the ghetto and my all sold drugs

And though that may me for a spot on MTV
Or get me all the airplay my bank account would need
I was hoping to invest in a that I learned
I thought this fool had jumped me just it was my turn

I went to an open space 'cause I knew he do it
If somebody there could see him or somebody else might it
And in your eyes, it may seem I got punked out
'Cause I walked a narrow path and then went and changed my

But that openness exposed me to a truth I find
In the fists of my ego or the confines of my mind
Or the hipness of my or the swagger in my step
Or the of my grimace or the meanness of my rep

'Cause we a truth, son, the changes by the hour
And when you open to it, is power
And in that shifting form, youll find a that doesnt change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that God is

to strangers, when the family fails and friends lead you astray
When Buddha and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay
'Cause Angels and Messiahs, love can in many forms
In the hallways of your or the fat girl in your dorm

And when you finally take the time to see theyre about
Perhaps you find them lonely or wisdom trips you out
Maybe youll find the spot where end
You're back you began
But this time around, youll have someone to hold your hand

Who prays for you, who is there for you, who sends you and light
Exposes you to parts of you that you once tried to
But come this time around, you'll choose to walk a path
You'll what you turned away and cry at what you laughed

'Cause thats the only way were going to make it through storm
Where ignorance is sense and senselessness the norm
And wave high above the truth and the two never touch
And stolen goods are overpriced and freedom costs too

And no one to recognize the symbols come to life
The bitten on the screen and Jesus had a wife
And she was his Messiah that stranger may be yours
Who holds a subtle knife that carves through worlds like doors

And thats what Ive been looking for, the bridge from to now
Just watching BET like what the fuck, son? is foul
But that square box don't represent the that we live in
The earth is not a flat screen, I trying to fit in

But this for the underground, this here is for the sun
A seed a stranger gave to me and planted on my
And I look at you, I know Im not the only one
As a great man once said, theres more powerful
Than an idea whos has come