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 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 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 fists 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 where 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
'Cause that's the only way We're gonna 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 the subtle knife That carves through worlds like magic doors
And that's what I've been looking for The bridge from then to now Was 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"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
