Talk to Strangers

Nah, 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 niggas 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

When I thought this fool would jump me, just because it was my turn

I went to an open space, 'cause 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

'Cause 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 fist of my ego, or the confines of my mind

In the hipness of my swagger, or the swagger in my step

Or the scowl of my grimace, or the meanness of my rep

'Cause 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

When Buddha laughs, and Jesus weeps, and it turns out God is gay

'Cause 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 the cycle's 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'll choose to walk a different path

You'll embrace what you turned away, and cry at what you laughed

'Cause 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 wave 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 BET, like, "What the fuck, son? This is foul"

But that square box don't represent the 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."