Nah, I wasnt raised at gunpoint and Ive read too books To distract me the mirror, when unhappy with my looks And I aint got proper diction for the of a thug Though I up in the ghetto and my niggers all sold drugs
And though that may me for a spot on MTV Or get me all the that my bank account would need I was hoping to in a lesson that I learned I thought this had jumped me just because it was my turn
I went to an open 'cause I knew he wouldnt do it If somebody there see him or somebody else might prove it And maybe in your eyes, it may seem I got out 'Cause I walked a narrow path and then went and changed my
But that openness exposed me to a I couldnt find In the clenched fists of my ego or the confines of my Or the hipness of my swagger or the in my step Or the scowl of my grimace or the of my rep
'Cause we represent a truth, son, the by the hour And you open to it, vulnerability is power And in that shifting form, youll find a truth that doesnt And truth is living proof of the fact that God is strange
Talk to strangers, when the family fails and friends you astray When Buddha and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay 'Cause and Messiahs, love can come in many forms In the hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your
And when you finally the time to see what theyre about Perhaps you them lonely or their wisdom trips you out Maybe youll find the spot where end back where you began But come this time around, youll have 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 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 going to make it this storm Where ignorance is common sense and the norm And wave high above the truth and the two never touch And stolen are overpriced and freedom costs too much
And no one seems to recognize the come to life The bitten apple on the screen and had a wife And she was his Messiah like that may be yours Who holds a subtle knife that carves through like magic doors
And thats what Ive been looking for, the bridge then to now Just BET like what the fuck, son? This is foul But that square box don't represent the sphere that we in The earth is not a flat screen, I trying to fit in
But this aint for the underground, here is for the sun A seed a stranger gave to me and on my tongue And when I look at you, I Im not the only one As a great man once said, theres nothing powerful Than an idea whos time has