Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Strangers

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

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

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

But that openness exposed me to a truth I couldnt
In the clenched of my ego or the confines of my mind
Or the hipness of my swagger or the in my step
Or the scowl of my grimace or the 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 God is strange

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

And when you finally the time to see what theyre about
Perhaps you find them lonely or their trips you out
Maybe youll the spot where cycles end
You're back where you
But come this time around, youll 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 tried to fight
But come this time around, you'll to walk a different path
You'll embrace what you away and cry at what you laughed

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

And no one seems to 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 that carves through worlds like magic doors

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

But this aint for the underground, this is for the sun
A seed a stranger to me and planted on my tongue
And when I look at you, I Im not the only one
As a great man once said, theres nothing more
Than an idea whos has come