I will not go quietly, or do as you say
or extinguish my light, just to act in your play
I will never endure all your senseless remarks
That spring from the weakness you hide in the dark
I’ve often been fooled by the words of a friend
who lead me on blindly to treacherous ends
I’ve allowed you to hurt me I’ve opened my heart
As you filled it with poison and tore it apart
I will stare at the sun as my anger takes form
I will climb to great heights in the gut of the storm.
I will curse this false trust that ensnares me like rope
that binds my torn wrists and suffocates hope.
I will let my voice sound from the top of this hill
I will sing, I will dance, I will laugh, yes, I will
The lord I give you my life
Because you had given yours
I put my trust in you
Because I know youll always be there
I love you
Not because you asked me to
Not because you created me and gave me life
But because no one could match your love for me
Your guidance is more than what i ask for
Your love is unfailing
Your strength is untouchable
Your My perfect lord i couldnt ask for anyone but you
I think of you now and then
I pray I say what I need to say
Sometimes even more Im short of words
But I can always carry a conversation with you
My Life isnt perfect im not perfect
But theres something perfect about me
And that is you
You created me just how I am
So I know im fine as long as I have you
My readers let the lord in your life
And you will see what Im talking about
The Lord loves you all.
I swear, my anger could cause a car crash.
Do you think I'm truly that oblivious?
My blood is boiling in my veins,
You have the audacity to lie to my face,
I have done everything for you, given you my all.
What the fuck is wrong with you,
After that call,
I am done.
My patience is gone,
It has disintegrated along with you,
Our trust and our love.
So accustomed to your kisses
Being a semicolon followed by an an asterisk
You said you cant wait
To cuddle & kiss
I'm still a little on edge
About putting my heart at risk
But mostly I don't worry
I trust you.
5\22\13 11:37 p.m.
I have been running for years
Tub full of tears..
Fighting dozens of fears
Betrayed by peers..
Trust issues ..
As I sit here and clutch tissues..
How can a man cry blood.
Pops killed as a kid life of a thug...
Not me but he..
I am a lover not fighter.
Guess that's why at one point I was a womanizer..
Liquor licked lust until the night expired
I ran from my calling..
Taking the wrong shots I failed at balling...
Realized the love of the Messiah
Sin check my rap sheet I had piers
Should have been put in a hellish prison
Jesus Christ gave me redemption
It started as a joke we all laughed at the thought
of slanging coke
or passing cops with a whole bag of thizz
cheesing out ya window, just like Andre and Mac Dre in the Bay and Valley Joe
But now the game got real
I'm broke and choked for skrill (skreel) and this sandwich place can't even contend with the dough I'd make if I dealed
But who could I trust and who would squeal, make me have to peel out in my whip as I dipped
moved cribs and changed homies
Do I have a soul of a drug dealer or one for slapping on pepperoni to a sandwich for another zombie
Do I have the soul of a drug dealer?
A short rap inspired by Andre Nickatina's "Soul of a Coke Dealer"
for an over abundance, or, lack there of…
"Pretty baby," they gush.
And you learn to lend out your trust,
but as the years pass, their words become yet another…
So you makeup your make up
because the lies that you're buying have got you tripped up.
You are caught up
trying to trash your…
"Just follow these 10 steps! Easiest, by far!"
What it actually reads is "How others perceive you more important than who you really are."
By buying that, you are letting them rob you of your…
for an over abundance, or, lack there of…
His shadow still walks next to her,
the wind still calls his name,
the days have gone by in a blur,
but still she feels the same.
She curls up with his memory,
for now lost in her dreams,
for all that they had planned to be,
and never would it seems.
His shadow still walks by her side,
the loss still haunts her mind,
the months have drifted with the tide,
no peace for her to find.
Her heart will learn to trust again,
in time her wounds will heal,
in days to come she'll love again,
despite how she may feel.
His shadow still walks close behind,
the tears less painful now,
the years lost in the daily grind,
she's learned to cope somehow.
She smiles a bit from time to time,
a little more each day,
a glimpse of something once sublime,
that will return someday.
His shadow still walks next to her,
the pain in shadow too,
the distant days lost in a blur,
a dawn of something new.
Her life is very different now,
all darkness in the past,
all that she feels is love now,
and the faith that it will last.
His shadow still walks in her stead,
the world would hardly know,
the pain still kept deep in her head,
but time has helped her grow.
She now has love to keep her strong,
a partner through life's game,
a son they've both sought for so long,
who shares that long lost name.
Its funny when people brag about how much money they make..
When the truth is the dollars worth is Jus as fragile as cake..
And when your flesh kisses death whats the amount you can take...
with you ..
The petals flourishes then they whither away..
Not a cent..
So tell me if this make sense..
Pharaoh's died and put gold in their tombs and it been there every since..
So What does wealth mean..the lust for more equals greed..
Whats your 30 pieces of silver will you betray the king..
Money over everything..
Are you aware what that really means..
Its like saying money by any means..
World full of Judas
surrounded by the truth but tainted by unbelief...
Cash in hand but unaware of a misfortune..
Money is not everything a victim of the distortion ...
Of success.. called the American dream..
The pursuit happiness...
Plus the confusion of what it means to be bless..
Remember Job still called on God when it appeared he had nothing left..
Pain from boils on the flesh..
Prayed to God not treasures in a chest..
You look in see Greed's pollution..
When people need solutions..
1.4 trillion spend on a war like we need more shooting..
Screaming we fighting for freedom thats an illusion..
A False freedom your a slave to that freedom..
We are to fight for the Kingdom....
Yes the Kingdom of God...
You know thou will be done..
Thou kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven..
Instead of being a part of this spiritual recession..
Bluntness hear no discretion....
I am Gods art how could I not be his living expression..
If all u talk is money than ur a mouthpiece for Satan check your reflection...
The love of money is like an infection...
So this is a lyrical tax invasion..
Putting a stop to this money glorification..
I hope u kno that private banks controls the countries inflation..
They could stop homelessness..
They print money based on their personal legislation..
I thought this country was founded by Christians...
Hard to tell that the Constitution was inspired by scripture..
How u own the whole block of cheese n cant share a piece with a nibbler..
Praising a figure..
Yes im pointing fingers...
one hand round the Bible..
Pray that I wont ever need triggers
Modern day golden calf..
Like Moses speaking to save u from Gods wrath..
You have 2 ask Jesus into ur heart then follow his path..
Cash screws everything around me.
Seems that the money comes with causalities
Seen Lump sums destroys families..
Capitalism to me is a calamity
American nightmare displayed as a nice dream..
I am very aware the coming of Christ is not a pipe dream..
Awake while you sleep life is not what it seems...
You ready to eat poison ice cream..
Well here's a scoop of the truth..
Mr. senator gets paid more than troops..
Yet other men is his protection.
Right now my cousin in Afghanistan armed with a weapon..
Other there is a warzone...
But Mr. Senator your home.
In God we trust but won't step outside your home alone..
I depend on Christ..
Depend on man where's Kevin! Left Alone twice..
I am on fire so they take my matches..
More fear more security they increase my taxes
Should I trust banks money stuffed in the mattress.
Only God matters and your faith in him will matter more when the economy collapses
Let's define the word worth...
Well to everyone its different to some its a designer purse.
To others its its a NFL logo on turf..
To me if your worth is not in God then it is curse..
Let's drop the "th" and add ship to the end..
Where your worth lies is in what your worshiping. .
Of course people are not content..
When they worship their ends and men...
I am pretty broken, in a general sense
You broke my trust, broke my self-worth, broke me, in a general sense
And now a couple texts about your problems
How wonderful your friends are
Leaves me wondering why you felt the need to contact me at all
You needed someone to listen, sure
But are you that sadistic, that inhumane,
As to strike up a hard conversation with a girl you have destroyed?
You disgust me
There is no reason for me to "be here," as you so insightfully told me,
And there is no reason to thank me for hating you as I do
Because I really think I might hate you
You broke me, at a time that you were the only person who had the power to do so
And you knew you had that power
And you abused it and hurt me
To save a relationship that was ruined already
I pity you
I pity your friends
And I pity your problems
Because in the long run, they are so damn trivial
And you are going nowhere fast
So thank you for showing me that the one who broke me
Is now worse off than I am
I will be kind and cordial out of pity
But to be honest, you never were worth my time