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Wonder what was going thru my father's mind As I grew in my Mama's womb ligament tugging on her spine Like them Virginia boys all he knew was the grind Paper route, security guard and distribution of crushed porcelain Razor chop watch the white powder divide He lived by the bricks So I guess it was fitting that them shots didn't miss

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Nov 6, 2018

Nov 6, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC

Wonder

Wonder what was going thru my father's mind As I grew in my Mama's womb ligament tugging on her spine Like them Virginia boys all he knew was the grind Paper route, security guard and distribution of crushed porcelain Razor chop watch the white powder divide He lived by the bricks So I guess it was fitting that them shots didn't miss

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I love you deeply Think the dead sea Depths on this Earth that no man can reach A love that's not shallow or superficial Yet I still call you beautiful Think the coral reef Love, a word often abused And if God is love then love should identify with the truth And if it doesn't Then it's something Else but not love That's why so many are broken And avoid the God that is love and holy And brings us into wholeness The concept of being one from one man and one woman is foreign That's why God created marriages to reflect his love a pond the world We are his Kingdom ambassadors Called to uphold a standard Even as the percentages climb and marriages dwindle We hold it together with faith and grace Not magic It's no hash tag blacklove If we're not first biblically grounded Love should be astounding Painted in multiple brush strokes We're image bearers of him You see us, you see him The seamstress who hemmed humans with many tones of skin God the Finisher the Author the Artist Architect of the garden A love that's built off of his blueprint

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC

Us

I love you deeply Think the dead sea Depths on this Earth that no man can reach A love that's not shallow or superficial Yet I still call you beautiful Think the coral reef Love, a word often abused And if God is love then love should identify with the truth And if it doesn't Then it's something Else but not love That's why so many are broken And avoid the God that is love and holy And brings us into wholeness The concept of being one from one man and one woman is foreign That's why God created marriages to reflect his love a pond the world We are his Kingdom ambassadors Called to uphold a standard Even as the percentages climb and marriages dwindle We hold it together with faith and grace Not magic It's no hash tag blacklove If we're not first biblically grounded Love should be astounding Painted in multiple brush strokes We're image bearers of him You see us, you see him The seamstress who hemmed humans with many tones of skin God the Finisher the Author the Artist Architect of the garden A love that's built off of his blueprint

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Do I really want to bring kids into this world? And produce more wickedness Being that we are shaped in iniquity and born into sin And there's nothing perfect about me So how can something beautiful come up out me? I guess that's why my seed is crippled and unable to sprout Without the help of science And at times upon faith I feel unreliant My dad murdered by the gun so forgive me if I get excited when it comes to violence I mean he was superman His ****** taught me that life wasn't the comics No bullets bouncing off his chest Instead it just took one to the neck 30mins later he took his last breathe And my future shaped by him died too Here I am a grown son that lost his dad as a kid I know more than most that this world births hate Yet still my heart desires to create More life Even though that life in time will end If it wasn't for the scriptures giving me a glimpse of my Lord and Savior I would be a true pessimist Life with Christ the only way to purge The corruption that's produced by this wicked world

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Nov 20, 2017

Nov 20, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC

Wicked World

Do I really want to bring kids into this world? And produce more wickedness Being that we are shaped in iniquity and born into sin And there's nothing perfect about me So how can something beautiful come up out me? I guess that's why my seed is crippled and unable to sprout Without the help of science And at times upon faith I feel unreliant My dad murdered by the gun so forgive me if I get excited when it comes to violence I mean he was superman His ****** taught me that life wasn't the comics No bullets bouncing off his chest Instead it just took one to the neck 30mins later he took his last breathe And my future shaped by him died too Here I am a grown son that lost his dad as a kid I know more than most that this world births hate Yet still my heart desires to create More life Even though that life in time will end If it wasn't for the scriptures giving me a glimpse of my Lord and Savior I would be a true pessimist Life with Christ the only way to purge The corruption that's produced by this wicked world

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Listening to love songs, written by people who aren't even married. Like can they really fathom what love is about That one man and one woman, God covenant route With no exits unless a spouse is an unrepentant adulterer or gets buried Not that you only stay married for happiness love I'm talking when both husband and wife place each other needs above The individual To get a full context of this love it has to get scriptural A Husband loves like Christ For his Wife who's Illustrated as his church So understand a love like this will hurt A wife submits to the headship of her husband Not contingent on if he gets it right Things get out of focus When the man is more concerned with the role of his wife And when a woman is more concerned with the role of her husband If both are focused on their own roles We would see the body of Christ with healthy marriages at an abundance Instead of the world's playlist on repeat

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Jul 8, 2017

Jul 8, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC

Playlist

Listening to love songs, written by people who aren't even married. Like can they really fathom what love is about That one man and one woman, God covenant route With no exits unless a spouse is an unrepentant adulterer or gets buried Not that you only stay married for happiness love I'm talking when both husband and wife place each other needs above The individual To get a full context of this love it has to get scriptural A Husband loves like Christ For his Wife who's Illustrated as his church So understand a love like this will hurt A wife submits to the headship of her husband Not contingent on if he gets it right Things get out of focus When the man is more concerned with the role of his wife And when a woman is more concerned with the role of her husband If both are focused on their own roles We would see the body of Christ with healthy marriages at an abundance Instead of the world's playlist on repeat

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Potent purpose is placed in the pedigree of Kings It's evident in the lineage linked through generations True royalty redeemed an entire creation It Heirs up The script says Son of David The wealth of the wicked is laid up for the righteous Heirs recognize that they are made in God's likeness They walk in dominion, the earth is theirs for the taken No procrastination but know that purpose is perfected in patience Greatness permeates from the soul They know to lose is to gain. And gain is to be Heirs to the Throne

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Jan 28, 2017

Jan 28, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC

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Potent purpose is placed in the pedigree of Kings It's evident in the lineage linked through generations True royalty redeemed an entire creation It Heirs up The script says Son of David The wealth of the wicked is laid up for the righteous Heirs recognize that they are made in God's likeness They walk in dominion, the earth is theirs for the taken No procrastination but know that purpose is perfected in patience Greatness permeates from the soul They know to lose is to gain. And gain is to be Heirs to the Throne

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I have to be more intentional with our interaction On this road of life it's tough to hold on when the tires are wore I wish I was a man with unlimited traction. You are my heart , my cardial-action I have to me more aware of you Be there for you Although this life makes me feel grizzly I vow to be a care bear for you I apologize for my perverted view of intimacy My mind is being rewired to what Christ intended it to be How a husband is supposed to be wired to his wife In all facets of marriage ministry It's tough for me to interact Without the thoughts of *** Too often I let my flesh direct me I have to focus on your beauty, not just your **** If time permits will you let me Show that I can be everything that God as called me to be In life and towards you my wife

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC

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I have to be more intentional with our interaction On this road of life it's tough to hold on when the tires are wore I wish I was a man with unlimited traction. You are my heart , my cardial-action I have to me more aware of you Be there for you Although this life makes me feel grizzly I vow to be a care bear for you I apologize for my perverted view of intimacy My mind is being rewired to what Christ intended it to be How a husband is supposed to be wired to his wife In all facets of marriage ministry It's tough for me to interact Without the thoughts of *** Too often I let my flesh direct me I have to focus on your beauty, not just your **** If time permits will you let me Show that I can be everything that God as called me to be In life and towards you my wife

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Nothing speaks to the heart Like the wind whistling alarming the dark Hurricane pains a innocent man behind bars Or the water that dripped through.. That the levees should have caught Katrina I remember that girl I promise no one was meaner Of course her rain dropped after her uncle ***** pedals from her flower No sweetener That's why her kiss was sour Its wild how pain produces prostitution now she linked to a coward Pimping ain't easy cause we all were birth from a woman Mothers dealing with men with frozen tundra emotions Heartless what speaks to a chest cavity where a heart is missing Just Jesus

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Oct 22, 2016

Oct 22, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC

Just Jesus

Nothing speaks to the heart Like the wind whistling alarming the dark Hurricane pains a innocent man behind bars Or the water that dripped through.. That the levees should have caught Katrina I remember that girl I promise no one was meaner Of course her rain dropped after her uncle ***** pedals from her flower No sweetener That's why her kiss was sour Its wild how pain produces prostitution now she linked to a coward Pimping ain't easy cause we all were birth from a woman Mothers dealing with men with frozen tundra emotions Heartless what speaks to a chest cavity where a heart is missing Just Jesus

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When your pops die from gun violence All the optimism in you becomes silent You see life as a glass half empty Just a half glass away from dying of thrist You live like it's always close to the end when things could be worst You audition through life with a smile and a grin Deep down knowing it's all for pretend So you live careful not wanting to knock over the glass And the fear of being empty, makes you think every sip is your last You try to grasp light in a dark room Use bravado and brash to mask a heart of gloom You speak with joyful agony And every time things turn bad You question if Gods mad Cause Everytime you walk the road of repentance You turn back to your ***** You question if you're the pig that God warned not to cast with pearls Read about walking in the spirit yet struggle with breaking from the grip of the world You lean on your own understanding So you have a hard time realizing the enemy Find yourself sitting at the wrong table Thought you was growing but was told you can't sit at the grown table Until you do this and that As your spirit and flesh scrap Just to come to the reality that your flesh will die And to God your spirit returns back Then you start living strictly by God's truth for his truth will forever trump facts Birthing a perspective of optimism a half full glass.

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC

Half Full Glass

When your pops die from gun violence All the optimism in you becomes silent You see life as a glass half empty Just a half glass away from dying of thrist You live like it's always close to the end when things could be worst You audition through life with a smile and a grin Deep down knowing it's all for pretend So you live careful not wanting to knock over the glass And the fear of being empty, makes you think every sip is your last You try to grasp light in a dark room Use bravado and brash to mask a heart of gloom You speak with joyful agony And every time things turn bad You question if Gods mad Cause Everytime you walk the road of repentance You turn back to your ***** You question if you're the pig that God warned not to cast with pearls Read about walking in the spirit yet struggle with breaking from the grip of the world You lean on your own understanding So you have a hard time realizing the enemy Find yourself sitting at the wrong table Thought you was growing but was told you can't sit at the grown table Until you do this and that As your spirit and flesh scrap Just to come to the reality that your flesh will die And to God your spirit returns back Then you start living strictly by God's truth for his truth will forever trump facts Birthing a perspective of optimism a half full glass.

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Been fighting demons since the age of 6. Death almost got me at 8 but instead it took someone who shared my name. Took me to come of age to realize my dad's ****** wasn't a mistake . Him dying was ultimately tied to my fate. God truly works in mysterious ways. I often ponder a life absence of pain but then I wouldn't know the beauty of grace.

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Sep 23, 2016

Sep 23, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC

Grace

Been fighting demons since the age of 6. Death almost got me at 8 but instead it took someone who shared my name. Took me to come of age to realize my dad's ****** wasn't a mistake . Him dying was ultimately tied to my fate. God truly works in mysterious ways. I often ponder a life absence of pain but then I wouldn't know the beauty of grace.

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We are sick with sin We're like adults with dysfunctional bowels treat Gods grace like depends We say only through God but dabble in the occult. Finding our identity in astrology and direction from horoscopes. Divination is sin So many Christians Are blind to that fact So Satan has crept in. We say we're Christians but to each one of us, Face to face Christ could say I never knew you. Tarot cards and palm readings are extensions of darkness just like Voodoo. Either we're aligned with the light or get swallowed by the dark That ***** is deceitfully wicked believe me God knows the heart So why do we masquerade as Satan When we supposed to be draped in Christ Covered by his blood To neglect that is to be naked Exposed to the woes of the world Like a ship with a broken mast as the winds blows we're tossed to and fro Oh there's a new car lets me buy on credit Make sure our voices are heard in the presidential election Even if it means picking the lesser of two evils When did patriotism take precedence of God's message Slaves to the image of American living contrary to scripture We are not be the borrower but the lenders We are to be bond servants to Christ only Delight in the beast that we are suppose to have Dominion over Until we find ourselves swallowed whole in the pit of its belly like Jonah We wait until we are at what seems to be a end before following God Pressured by the popular patterns penetrating the pace of population Finding ourselves at a fork in the road Aware of one of two routes the board or the narrow Try to walk down the middle the appeasement of two masters Luke warm living leads to impeding disaster Ignoring the warning signs that say beware of a dead end Living a life of sin as a Christian is like watching the film Titanic Already knowing there's death at the ending Don't get it twisted that's where the similarities end Turn to revelation we'll see there's no frigid waters mentioned But there's a lake of fire, burning sulfur to be exact Where uncovered souls enter with no way of turning back Where's it's dark as hell is hot A torment with no shelf life it never stop The destination of those destined to experience the second and final death For all those whoever walked the earth and lived by the flesh Where there's no grace or mercy left One result of the white throne judgement But the events look different for those who lived life covered Covered by the blood of the lamb For those the second death gets passover After giving an account get let in the city their passover It floats do from Heaven out of the hands of God as a gift A city so great, It's measure 1400 miles in height, width and length With walls that are 216 ft thick Jasper and Gold crafted not stacked brick 12 precious foundational stones and 12 gates of Pearl Yet some how we're still enticed by the world A new earth and new heaven is what God has in store It's clear what will happen if we can only endure To the end, No longer sick, that will be it for sin

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Jul 24, 2016

Jul 24, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC

Sick With Sin

We are sick with sin We're like adults with dysfunctional bowels treat Gods grace like depends We say only through God but dabble in the occult. Finding our identity in astrology and direction from horoscopes. Divination is sin So many Christians Are blind to that fact So Satan has crept in. We say we're Christians but to each one of us, Face to face Christ could say I never knew you. Tarot cards and palm readings are extensions of darkness just like Voodoo. Either we're aligned with the light or get swallowed by the dark That ***** is deceitfully wicked believe me God knows the heart So why do we masquerade as Satan When we supposed to be draped in Christ Covered by his blood To neglect that is to be naked Exposed to the woes of the world Like a ship with a broken mast as the winds blows we're tossed to and fro Oh there's a new car lets me buy on credit Make sure our voices are heard in the presidential election Even if it means picking the lesser of two evils When did patriotism take precedence of God's message Slaves to the image of American living contrary to scripture We are not be the borrower but the lenders We are to be bond servants to Christ only Delight in the beast that we are suppose to have Dominion over Until we find ourselves swallowed whole in the pit of its belly like Jonah We wait until we are at what seems to be a end before following God Pressured by the popular patterns penetrating the pace of population Finding ourselves at a fork in the road Aware of one of two routes the board or the narrow Try to walk down the middle the appeasement of two masters Luke warm living leads to impeding disaster Ignoring the warning signs that say beware of a dead end Living a life of sin as a Christian is like watching the film Titanic Already knowing there's death at the ending Don't get it twisted that's where the similarities end Turn to revelation we'll see there's no frigid waters mentioned But there's a lake of fire, burning sulfur to be exact Where uncovered souls enter with no way of turning back Where's it's dark as hell is hot A torment with no shelf life it never stop The destination of those destined to experience the second and final death For all those whoever walked the earth and lived by the flesh Where there's no grace or mercy left One result of the white throne judgement But the events look different for those who lived life covered Covered by the blood of the lamb For those the second death gets passover After giving an account get let in the city their passover It floats do from Heaven out of the hands of God as a gift A city so great, It's measure 1400 miles in height, width and length With walls that are 216 ft thick Jasper and Gold crafted not stacked brick 12 precious foundational stones and 12 gates of Pearl Yet some how we're still enticed by the world A new earth and new heaven is what God has in store It's clear what will happen if we can only endure To the end, No longer sick, that will be it for sin

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