[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