Its the God in me, I couldn't keep it to myself When I was on top, I squandered the King's wealth So many chicks, so many notches in my belt Living of the world had the Malicious overwhelmed How could I ever forget who's at the helm? But now I'm a soldier, boy, I've got to tell 'em. With the God flow, I raise the dead What I give is food for thought, we're breaking bread The time is now to believe, shake a leg He loved us all like a son, now make your bed See I was wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked Without the Lord how could i make it?
1. I can't say I didn't see this coming. 2. My stee-lo. 3. New age preachers are as follows. Malice of the Clipse. Blu. Andre 3000.** 4. Stand by for proof on #3.
All credit to H.E.R. **Not in the MC Hammer, Pastor/Murda Ma$e way.
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.
Dom Kennedy/Pac Div/Carter x The Hundreds - Everybody Knows Us Dom Kennedy - FSDS (Disclaimer, I haven't run it yet, but I have a feeling I'll like it.) 25th Hour (Same Disclaimer) Learn
Malice in Mass Appeal - April 2006
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