Whose World Is This?

Every time I take a gander into the complexities of my existence I muddle the lines of ideology and reality. What am I talking about? Well in theory I/we live to be like Christ. In reality I/we live in the world around us. I was thinking about an article I read on the 13th Floor (yes, I frequent that blog. Full disclosure: We're close) and it made me think. Without delving too deep into the psychological realm, some may find it weird the different spheres in which one person can relate. I suggest you read that first article referenced and then continue over here.

I'll wait.

Ready?

Take for instance some of my personal favorites, music wise.

Mary Mary - God In Me



The words are literally moving if you take the time to listen (c) Khaled. Pay Close Attention (c) Clinton Sparks. I've been meaning to post this song for about 6 months now. I must admit the first time I heard it I asked myself was it T-Pain singing gospel, but hey, sometimes you have to play the game.(Aside: T Pain is A GENIUS. I'll save that one for another day)

And then there's Blu.



Stan status, no doubt about it. No gas folks, dude is the truth off the project roof (c) Hura.

Yo, I'm trying to get this place that my grandpa told me bout as a child
Told me only few can make it and the faithless ain't allowed
Be a star out your gang & aim above the clouds
And if you miss, you'll at least be amongst your own crowd
I smile cause now I see what he meant
I see it in the eyes of mothers when they uncover their sins and repent
Getting closer to Jehovah on they're old knees bent
Praying our mind frames switch and these times change quick
But I hate to say it brother, but the youth is too stubborn
Too stuck on themselves to ever think about others
They must uncover the scales on their eyes called lies
Leading the deaf dumb and blind
To a place my mom told me about (hell)
Where your sins get cleansed cause they bathe in flames
And the only route out, is to shout out His name
I was trained to be a soldier for God
But as soon as I used my own thoughts
I kinda got lost in a smog called reality
Where hell is a fallacy
And heaven is a fantasy created by man
So don't believe in it
You came here with nothing
And you leaving with nothing
So retreat from this world of deceitfulness
My people it's time to rise
Realize it's a heaven whether you think it's inside
Or in the sky,
Reach for it before it's gone internally
And you're stuck here below the heavens for eternity

Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?

Somebody once told me that I'm already in hell
Freedoms a state of mind and just the heart of me's in hell
I freed my slave mind so a part of me's in hell
So even when it's hard to breathe, a part of me inhales
So pardon me
You gotta' try hard to be yourself
'Cause you can't get to heaven being anybody else
And I was raised by a reverend yet the lessons didn't help
I had to get 'em for myself
I was told hell is hot, But had to feel it for myself
So I left home, as a young child smiling as I stepped on
Facing the world butt naked, without my weapon
I lost my smile and in exchange, I put a vest on
Now that my premature stress is gone
I got problems to face as a man
I was told you either stand or you fall
As long as you know when you walk you holdin' hands with a god
That alone can turn the dark to a walk in the park
I only talk from my heart
So open yours when you listening
Every man has his own heaven the difference is the way that he envisions it
So if you make your heaven pictureless
By the time you die
You'll be driftin' in an imageless field
So build your heaven full of blessed thoughts
That's real, you can stress it or just let it walk
I got a question if a man can make his own heaven
Can he make his path to get to it too?
I only spit fluent truth
And I spit it for the listeners
So I'm spittin' to you
You say it's hell
I say it's bulls' we getting through
Just think about it every man has his own heaven
But s' you gotta' go through hell to be a man first
And understand first
Hell is what you choose to call the present
That's why you're going through it
I just choose to call it stressing
To tell you fools the truth
I don't feel that why I'm destined
So you can call it hell but bro
I'll just say I'm below the heavens

Soak that in for a minute people. Put it on repeat. Let it marinate (c) Cabby

And then there's this.



Which I watch frequently. Why? What's the greater message? How is this empowering?

What ties the 3 together? Nothing. I guess it goes to show the state of duplicity we live in. No conclusion folks, just thoughts, just opinions (c) Justin.