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Saul Williams - Talk To Strangers Lyrics
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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 and give 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 in their own path and then went and changed my route. But that open-ness exposed me to a truth I couldn't find in the clenched fists of my ego or the confines of my mind or the hip-ness of my swagger, or the swagger of my step, the scowl of my grimace, or the mean-ness of my rap. Because we represent a truth son, that changes by the hour, and when you open to it, for nobility is power, in that shifting form you'll find a truth that doesn't change and that truth is living proof of the fact that God is strange? Talk to strangers when the family fails and friends led you astray and Buddah laughs and Jesus weeps and turns out God is gay. As angels in disguise love can come in many forms, 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 perhaps you find they're lonely or their wisdom trips you out. Maybe you'll find the cycles end right back where you began, but come this time around you'll have someone to hold your hand, who prays for you who is there for you who sends you love and light, exposes you to parts of you that you once tried to fight.
Talk To Strangers Lyrics by Saul Williams
Writer s: 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.
Now I wasn't raised at gunpoint And I've read too many books To distract me from the mirror. 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.