Nah, I wasnt raised at and Ive read too many books To distract me from the mirror, unhappy with my looks And I aint got proper diction for the makings of a Though I grew up in the and my niggers all sold drugs
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 that I learned I thought this fool had me just because it was my turn
I went to an open space I knew he wouldnt do it If somebody there see him or somebody else might prove it And maybe in eyes, it may seem I got punked out 'Cause I walked a narrow path and then and changed my route
But that openness exposed me to a truth I couldnt In the clenched fists of my ego or the of my mind Or the of my swagger 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, vulnerability is And in that shifting form, youll find a truth that doesnt And that truth is living proof of the that God is strange
Talk to strangers, the family fails and friends lead you astray When Buddha laughs and Jesus and it turns out God is gay 'Cause Angels and Messiahs, can come in many forms In the of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm
And you finally take the time to see what theyre about Perhaps you find them lonely or wisdom trips you out Maybe youll the spot where cycles end You're back you began But come 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 to fight But come this time around, you'll to walk a different path You'll what you turned away and cry at what you laughed
'Cause thats the only way were going to make it through this Where ignorance is sense and senselessness the norm And flags wave high above the and the two never touch And stolen goods are overpriced and freedom too much
And no one seems to the symbols come to life The bitten apple on the screen and 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 what Ive been looking for, the bridge from then to now Just watching BET like what the fuck, This is foul But that square box don't represent the sphere that we in The earth is not a screen, I aint trying to fit in
But aint for the underground, this here is for the sun A seed a stranger 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 nothing powerful Than an idea time has come