Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Strangers

Nah, I wasnt raised at gunpoint and Ive read too many
To me from the mirror, when unhappy with 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 though that may me for a spot on MTV
Or get me all the airplay that my bank account would
I was hoping to invest in a lesson that I
I thought this fool had me just because it was my turn

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

But that openness exposed me to a I couldnt find
In the clenched fists of my ego or the confines of my
Or the of my swagger or the swagger in my step
Or the scowl of my or the meanness of my rep

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

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

And when you finally take the time to see what theyre
you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out
Maybe youll find the where cycles end
You're where you began
But come time around, youll have someone to hold your hand

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

'Cause thats the only way were to make it through this storm
Where ignorance is common and senselessness the norm
And flags wave above the truth and the two never touch
And stolen goods are overpriced and freedom too much

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

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

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