Talk To Strangers

Now I wasn't raised at gunpoint

And I've read too many books

To distract me from the mirror

When unhappy with my looks

And I ain't got proper diction

For the makings of a thug

Though I grew up in the ghetto

And my niggers all sold drugs

And though that may validate me

For a spot on MTV

Or get me all the airplay

That my bank account would need

I was hoping to invest in

A lesson that I learned

I thought this fool had jumped me

Just because it was my turn

I went to an open space

Because I knew he wouldn't do it

If somebody there could see him

Or somebody else might prove it

And maybe in your eyes

It may seem I got punked out

Because I walked a narrow path

And then went and changed my route

But that openness exposed me

To a truth I couldn't find

In the clenched fists of my ego

Or the confines of my mind

In the hip-ness of my swagger

Or the swagger in my step

Or the scowl of my grimace

Or the mean-ness of my rep

Because we represent a truth son

That changes by the hour

And when you open to it

Vulnerability is power

And in that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change

And that truth's living proof

Of the fact that god is strange

Talk to strangers

When family fails and friends lead you astray

And Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and turns out god is gay

As angels and messiahs love can come in many forms

In the hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm

And when you finally take the time to see what they're about

And perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out

Maybe you'll find when cycles end

You're back where you began

But come this time around

You'll have someone to hold your hand

Who prays for you who's there for you

Who sends you love and light

Exposes you to parts of you

That you once tried to fight

And come this time around

You choose to walk a different path

You'll embrace what you turned away

And cry at what you laughed

Because that's the only way

We're going to make it through this storm

Where ignorance is common sense

And senselessness, the norm

And flags waive high above the truth

And the two never touch,

And stolen goods are overpriced

And freedom costs too much

And no one seems to recognize

The symbols come to life

The bitten apple on the screen

And Jesus had a wife

And she was his messiah

Like that stranger may be yours

Who holds a subtle knife

That carves through worlds like magic doors

And that's what I've been looking for

The bridge from then to now

Just watching B.E.T like what the fuck son

This is foul

But that square box can't represent

This sphere that we live in

The Earth is not a flat screen

I ain't trying to fit in

But this ain't for the underground

This here is for the Sun

A seed a stranger gave to me

And planted on my tongue

And when I look at you

I know I'm not the only one

As a great man once said

There's nothing more powerful

Than an idea.

Whose time.

Has come.