Talk To Strangers

Talk To Strangers - Saul Williams

Written by：Serj Tankian/Saul Williams

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

I thought this fool had jumped 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

Or the hipness of my swagger or the swagger in my step

This scowl of my grimace or the meanness of my rep

'Cause we represent a truth

Son the 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 is living proof of the fact

That god is strange

Talk to strangers

When the 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

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 is 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 f**k 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

Who's time

Has come