Tip Jordan - Unfamiliar Faces lyrics

This skin of resilience, A Pilgrim traveling the world where confusion spells the words of ma** religions, Still unafraid to dwell in caves prophets once lived in. Traditions have captured me in a place to be the idea of one particular race, Haunted by the strange fruits they thrive from to this day. The shells we've borrowed engraved with faces of a man never seen, Gold pendants of His face shines, Yet their soul never gleams. The ground that I walk on is water beneath my feet, The lives buried underneath the soil, float to the top but is never seen Causing me to question the purpose for it all.