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