The emptiness of most rap:

Exhibit A:

Look, I'm a star, blindingly bright,
Busting with one hand on the mic,
The other checking my tie's knot to be tight,
The primary sight of the night,
In the sky, the only kite,
In the courtroom the only right,
In my head, the only life,
I'm larger than strife,
Too good for the knife,
.......blah blah blah...

This garbage portrays the artist as more significant than his art. When someone writes and sings lyrics such as these, he is telling you not to waste your money buying his art, because it's not important. Only he is important.


Exhibit B:

Skills pay the bills, and my words are the truth,
My raps are sicker than death, and my rhymes get you to groove,
Other cats fathom in wonder when my flow hits the street,
But no body gets the green like my words and a beat.
A feat that can't be compared,
Words that hit hard, with reality aired.
Because I hold nothing back, and my words go forth,
No sugar-coating this knowledge that flows, and not forced.


More garbage...in this instance the artist elevates the art, but his art in turn elevates his art. It's a cycle in which nothing is really said. The message is blank. It's as if words have no meaning (absurd but strangely true in this instance - if the assumption that art points to something higher than itself because the artist employs artistic skill to do such).



Perhaps more exhibits will come

Of any passion that I could have, significant be only one,
That the world isn't fully given over to the Son.

He saved us:

FROM Himself
FOR Himself
BY Himself


this will continue into a new writing hopefully...

retracing roots

I am an "input" type. I keep things. I store them. I gather and collect. I'm curious.


Earlier tonight I found some writings from a couple of years ago. I found some transcribed conversations too. The Lord has been so good to me. He continues to reveal His truth to me in the present from my own past.



There is only one man who has come suffered the judgment of God and is alive and WELL to speak of it. There is only one who could stand the full wrath impact of the Father, and that man was His Son. Only God could satisfy His own justice. Only God could do good in all things.

Salvation comes from the strongest, the Highest of High,
The Almighty King of Glory, El-Shaddai.
Give way all you peoples, and bow your hearts,
Wonderful is coming to tear this world apart,
To separate the wheat and chaff, the evil from good,
To rip the heavens like the veil in half as only God could.

On bended knees, we offer up our lives,
The awesome good we have, considered little in our own eyes.
Oh how evil we've been, and Your grace remained.

One--->Two

Running through run-throughs, practicing imagined happenings,
If I was there, If this happened, If she said, If we went...
Best to keep the mind in check and restrict its drifting,
Otherwise your liable to waste time with much heavy mental lifting...
Sifting...through opportunities which will never alight,
I'm all for stories and romance, but I'm against drowning out the true light of life.
Live the life you've been given, steward it best for the King,
You'll never get a second, unless you're faithful in this one thing.

no name

Laying awake, mind-racing for days,
Pressing past the obstacles with my eyes glazed,
Solving the mind-maze,
Waiting for my eyelids to treat me to shade.
Sun passes horizontal as the night fades the day.

From sleep to straight conscious,
To logic from mostly nonsense...

Breaking the day with a crack of the egg,
Sizzle in the pan while the rest is made,
Thanking God, I prayed,
Before the plate at which I ate,
Knowing most my family would be forced to fast today.

They say it's not fatal, but surgery must be done,
To live a little longer, a good steward? or none?
When we used to die we passed with our family around,
Now it's in sterile rooms with bright lights and white gowns...


Sleepy again

Wakeup

The world stuck in a trance,
Hypnotized by the lies that are feeding their fancy,
They can't see,
Blinded by the darkness that is shrouding merc's in novels by Clancy,
Clandestine,
Hardening hearts that are destined,
For the fiery lake, when they should be confessin'.
Quit messin'
With commands you should not even question.
The lesson: Fear the Lord God. His judgments are in all the earth.

Broke homes,
Hearts with men placing themselves on God's throne,
But you can't live alone,
You're a recipient of grace with your days penned in the Tome.
Organized your genome which determined your bone...
Specified your birthplace and painted your skin tone,
Providentially orchestrated all to make you His own,
Sparing no detail to ensure His glory be known.
And, in the end, He'll bring about His Shalom.

Seek the Lord, and His strength
Stop with the iniquity, like water you drink,
Sucking in the air that He gave your to breath,
And then blaspheming His Name by the life you lead.
Tossed like a reed,
Satisfying your cravings, hating the Lord as a creed.
It was for justice and mercy that He gave Himself up to bleed,
But as surely as He's glorified, your plans won't succeed,
The victory is the Lord's, now Repent and Believe!

The funeral

Tears slide down the cheek of the eldest son.
Hundred plus years had been given his mom.
Still he cried aloud because he wanted another one.
But God declared to dust what was dust before,
As the Kingdom of God is given to the meek and poor.
Unlike his mother, he doesn't enshrine the Lord.
He's a temple to the world, and he's desperate for comfort,
And so we pray that the LORD will open the eyes of the people.
We pray they understand the event we all witness.
As the enemy of man took another body through the sickness.
But that's all it can take,
There's hope yet for today.
God came for the sick, and by grace through faith He saves.