R.U.I.N. - Surprised By Hope (AKA My Strange Tribute to Tupac) lyrics

(Hook) [Verse 1: R.U.I.N.] Writing the future a letter/ with the tip of a feather/ Dipped in the bowl of ink/ this what my soul think/ Sitting on a tripod/ listening with my IPod/ Like a modern Nostradamus/ “Oh my God/ What's this!”/ It was so strange but the angels told me to shut up/ Grabbing my wrist/ ‘stop with this/ that's too much, that's enough!'/ I ignored/ and stored/ the books in Alexandria/ But they burned the library, so I panicked and stuff/ Now how was I to put messages on records? / Now how was I to spit for the streets and give lectures? / I could provoke the reverends/ or smoke the herb's incense/ But none of it could match the mystic very first breathe/ So I went to the river, where I could hear Orpheus/ But behind his rhythm/ was the goddess of wisdom/ Of course it's/ Artemis and she had the sharpest wit/ She approached me and she whispered to my sad heart this/ (Hook) [Verse 2: R.U.I.N.] She was right, so I tried to recollect, what she said/ To write it down again/ memory's not a friend/ So I went/ to Jerusalem, to pursue what was/ Their scriptures and their oracles of their prophet's luck/ I saw one priest with book, ‘Let me take a peek at those!'/ The titles were Jeremiah and Ezekiel/ They spoke about hearts of flesh instead of stone/ And I said I wrote/ something like that prose/ ‘Woah, woah, woah!' / Look at that prego/ teen running with her water broke/ No/ husband? Wait! You love to go/ slaughter hoes/ with stones? / Damn! That's cruel/ so I knelt to the sand to write the rules/ The commandments you should treasure like j**els/ you mad fools! / Who are you to declare justice/ and cause a ruckus! / You say you can't touch this/ I say you can't judge this/ So I knelt and wiped her tears off her cheek with my shirt/ ‘Your worth/ much more than their slurs/ gave comfort and told her/ (Hook) [Verse 3: R.U.I.N.] Had to continue with the journey/ but I worried/ Michael J. Fox, Back to the Future, in a hurry/ To tell them the lie of the Matrix/ with my thick codex/ But now that those pages are gone, my soul so so vexed/ A message/ spoken a lot/ not/ often listened to/ For ancient mythical times and what we living through/ Man oh man, it filled my head with just such amazement/ The words were as sweet as honey and I can taste it/ Thunders/ uttered/ the wonders/ of creation stuttered/ God himself made a toast, and I pa**ed him the bu*ter/ Normally I'm talkative/ about apocalypse/ But the doors to hope were opened wide and locks were split/ The depressing mad cynic became an optimist/ Then God handed me the book, ‘Ain't no one stopping this!' / From the prophets of the wilderness/ to 2Pac's lips/ The Hip-hop prophets/ got it/ and God told the world this/ (Hook)