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[Verse 1] Listening to "Strange Fruit", Jeru and Beirut Trying to listen to Jesus is hard as fake boobs At times I stay tuned hear the bread break and grape juice And Grey Goose Gospel prelude, let it play through I'm listening 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 levitates when the plane starts to escalate Top Gun, Take My Breath Away, it's time to press and play Drop the needle then step away, hear what's said Off the record before there's nothing left to say [Hook] Listen [x6] [Verse 2] In my room listening to Sermon, Gershwin Earth, Wind & Fire, listening to persons I admire Searching for Higher Learning like Ice Cube on iTunes Listening to grown men rapping like it's high school Listening to friends talk, hearing my pen stop Used to write first, now I try to listen then jot Listening to Pop like Redenbachs City to the boondocks, can't you hear the games like a jukebox? Cause you gotta pay to play, and there's no lay-away Hear a few folks caught in real snares, no 808 Real talk, like vocals going straight to tape I say it straight and never twice, no fake delay Listen with the volume down, push the sound back If every life's a movie all our soundtracks Sound like sound clash, all our sounds bleeding in To each other no sound reasoning, stop, breathe again [Hook] [Verse 3] And 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, a safe place to feel Trapped in this fake world, a gateway to real Listening to sounds in a space that's vacant Profound and deep, underground as basements And quiet as kept, what I found is sacred A sage said silence is the sound of patience Listen