Listenin to strange fruit, Jay root and beirut Tryin to listen to Jesus its hard as fake boobs At times i stay tuned hear the bread break And grape juice and grey goose gossiple Prelude let it play through I'm listenin to Mr J Medeiros and Nicolay While I'm hearing drips of rain Hit against the window pane Hits on tape, hit parade 1968 When it plays i hear the bullets penetrate MLK, soul levitate When the plane starts to escalate Top gun, take my breath away Its time to press and play Drop the needle then step away Hear whats said off the record Before theres nothin left to say
In my room listenin to sermon Gershwin, Earth wind, and fire Listenin to persons i admire Searchin for higher learnin like ice cube On i-tunes, listenin to grown men Rappin like it's highschool Listenin to friends talk, hearin my pen stop Used to write first, now i try to listen then jot Listenin to pop like reddenbachs City to the boondocks Can't you hear the games like a jukebox? Cause you gotta pay to play And theres no lay-away hearin from folks caught in real snares, no 808 Real talk, my vocals go and slay the tape I say it straight and never twice No fake delay Listen with the volume down, push the sound back If every lifes a movie all our soundtracks Sound like sound blasts All our sounds greet a man To each other no sound reasonin Stop, breathe again, listen
Music is a great way to heal And a safe place to feel Trapped in this fake world A gateway to real It's a great way to heal And a safe place to feel Trapped in this fake world A gateway to real Listenin to sounds in a space thats vacant Profound and deep, underground as basements And quiet as kept but i found it sacred A sage said silence is the sound of patience Listen