Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Strangers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause thats the only way were to make it through this storm
Where is common sense and senselessness the norm
And flags wave high 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 and Jesus had a wife
And she was his Messiah like stranger may be yours
Who holds a subtle knife carves through worlds like magic doors

And thats Ive been looking for, the bridge from then to now
Just watching BET like what the fuck, This is foul
But that box don't represent the sphere that we live in
The is not a flat screen, I aint 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 nothing more
Than an idea whos time has