mackelmore got it focused, and eminem did too,
if hip hop can have a tolerance, then why can't you?
you say you're against abortion, but what if your child turned out gay?
would you change your story? or would you try to drug the love away?
pro-life's is what you preach but against gay marriage from a book's depiction?
no wonder we are lost, when we think in contradiction...
this isn't only a hit to Christianity, it's aimed towards religion, insanity comes to definition when a book make your decisions.
we try to preach peace, but peace still hides, when every hateful slur comes with a demon surprise.
so many wars over **** like this,
when we should all stand up and fight against it.
some say it's on oil, but see the bigger picture,
internal wars fueled by hatred written in scripture.
the essence of the soul is trapped within a cast,
maybe we are already in hell but our soul stands center mass,
trying to escape with reason by which you just ignore,
when you speak without though or a pulse within your core.
why does it matter if someone has a lover of the same ***?
just because you were raised that way, you have to continue this hex?
ink written on paper, by the hands of man,
over thousands of years, translated again and again.
but you're so set in stone on what you believe,
that if Jesus himself appeared and proved you wrong, he would get the third degree.
set you human thoughts aside for the sake of humanity,
and fill your heart will love, respect, and a sense of humility.
I'm not anti-Christian, pro-life, or pro-choice.
but I am pro-Humanity, Pro-change, and pro-voice.

Little child, please understand,
Life is not going to be so easy.
Your heart will break, your life will Quake
like a storm that is so displeasing.

Little child, now do not fret,
We have all been through it all,
No matter the pain, we still stay sane,
And prove that we will stand tall.
    
Little child, oh how I wish, 
I were in your shoes,
Someone to tell me, what will **** me,
And what's worth living for to lose.

Little child, listen close,
Guard your heart at all cost,
For when you're grown, and all alone,
Your sanity will not be lost.

Little child, just know this much,
If you need an ear to listen,
I will be here, so have no fear,
I'll guide you through this mission.

In your hand you hold a key,
That key opens up a beat.
And from the beat comes a pulse,
That pulse is a heart you meet,
That heart belongs to a soul,
That soul tied to a flesh,
The flesh was given life,
That life was filled with stress,
With stress come pain and anguish,
And that anguish creates the shame,
Shame of being human,
Human blood courses thru the veins,
The veins carry the loneliness,
Loneliness dwells apon the chest,
The chest takes in the love,
The love creates the jest.
And in this jest comes worry,
Worries carry to the mind,
The mind turns all of it into hope,
Hope carries down the spine.
The spine take on the nerves,
And sends signals to your hands,
And with your hand, you create a key,
And it all begins again.

The shadows against your skin, the light that hits your
      breast,
    

       perfection in your curves my lips softly touch your
      chest.
    

       Slowly kissing towards your neck, your hips pressed
      hard against my own.
    

      I trace your neck with my tongue and you beg me to go down.
    

      Nothing left on your body but your thong red as sin.
    

      I slowly pull them off, my lips follow down your skin.
    

      Hands grasping on your hips, teasing your inner thigh.
    

      Soft bites followed by kisses, I move closer, close your
      eyes...
    

      Legs resting on my shoulders, my hands all over your
      silhouette
    

      Your nails dig into my skin, my tongue has you dripping wet.
    

      ******* softly on your ****, nibbling on your lower lips.
    

      Licking from the bottom, going up, as you tighten up your
      hips.
    

      I feel every muscle tighten while my fingers are inside.
    

      A sigh of extesy when you *** the first time.
    

      I move up towards your breast as I bite and nibble on the
      ***.
    

      I pin your hands down, hips grinding, with my **** on your
      ****.
    

      Teasing you with the head, gliding it in nice and slow.
    

      Your back arches, I push harder, I love hearing you moan.
    

      You smile and bite your lower lip trying not to scream,
    

      Leaving marks down my back, take reality from a dream.

I used to be religious,
but that was years ago,
you know, when I was young
And there were so many things that I didn't know

I was a puppet,
I was not allowed to think
when my mind was like someone
pouring water into an empty sink.

I always went to church
against my own will,
sitting in a pew for hours
trying to keep still.

then I got older
And then I realized
my mind is more powerful
then the other guys.

So I started questioning,
was called a blasphomer.
The only thing I believed in
was death without fear.

I mean, don't you find it odd
that we're told to believe in God
And as long as it's only him
then we defeat the odds
of going to hell?
but the bible always had a different story to tell.

you shall have no other god before me.
those are his words written in his story.
Yet were also told about Christ
And the holy ghost.
that makes three gods that use us as their host.

that way of thinking,
the holy trinity,
is a contradiction
that human eyes are too blind to see.
And we always wonder
"why doesn't he talk to me?"
yet in the past he spoke directly
to prophets in the era
that human minds were developing.

I was raised not only as Christian
I was raised by my mother in multiple religions.
Each one saying that the other is wrong.
Although they have the save versus and songs.
I just don't get it,
I know humans need an escape.
Especially from reality, whatever it takes.
But why do I have to be labeled religious if I'm a good person?
When the ones with the most hatred are the ones rehearsing.


I follow a code
Peace love unity respect,
Hatred is not something
That I chose to accept.
But because I'm atheist
I'm considered a heathen.
When they don't realize the words they're breathing

And anti gay?
Are you serious?
That **** is so ******* stupid.
They're still humans wanting love
Because love is fluid.
It flows through us.
Every creature,
Every soul,
Every tree that you see.
We are connected
Indefinitely

My problem is,
Everyone wants to make their decisions
Off of a book written based on visions
By man that are known
To manipulate the systems.
And create hate without a second opinion.

For example.
The anti-gays.
Only want to listen to the words they say.
But don't realize that the words relayed
Is different from years ago today.

And divorce is a sin as big as they come.
But they don't say **** about that.
How come?!

why do you have to judge?!
why can't you just accept we were all created
the same regardless of blood?!
why can't I just be as blind as you?!
why does my mind ask questions and have a different view?!
why can't I be closed minded?!
why can't I just accept everything and stop trying to find it?!

**** it I'm done.
I am not a prodigal son.
I am not a saint,
I am not a sinner.
I am me, a human,
the line could not be painted any thinner.

next time you decide to **** into someone resilient.
make sure it's not the mind of manic brilliance...

Her eyes. My God her eyes,
    

      I had never seen the fires of love until I looked into her
      eyes.
    

      Beauty could not describe the presence of her stare as her
      smile tore through the every fiber that created my heart,
    

      The words she spoke destroyed the walls that were built from
      steel, enveloping the cold, dead soul that she had awoken
      inside of me!
    

      And her kiss, as if the angels of heaven pressed their soft,
      delicate lips apon my own. 
    

      How did I become so lucky to have such a blessing put apon
      myself? Only the gods could have thought of such a beautiful
      woman to come before my eyes.
    

      And such a sight she was, her beauty was beyond that of words
      described. It was not lust that caught my breath and purified
      it, it was love that had struck me on this day.
    

      But, alas, she became the one. Not the one that was mine
      forever, no. She was the one that got away.
    

      I fell for lust, instead I fell for lust!! The devil himself had sent the soulless vessel to entrance me into her own deceitful arm, and thus I let my angel go, my God... I let her go..
And now I sit, wishing I had not let the darkness consume me and tear me from the wings of beauty. My angel, my sweet, dearest angel.
The demon is now gone, and she took my soul with her, and once more, the steel walls have risen, but I know, just a whisper from my angel, will make them fall...again.

He asked me what does it take, to become a better man.
I said.
"You're still young so live while you still can. We've been through the same troubles, and lived similar lives.
Look at my mistakes to help you Make it through the night."

"But It's hard growing up when your living all alone."
he cries, as the words echo and touch me to the bone.

"You know if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away. When advice is what you crave, or an outlet for your day.
Hold on to all that's good, let go of your dismay, and then you will see exactly what it takes.

You want to be a man, don't look at yourself as a boy. Live life without regrets, through happiness and joy.

Take what you have as talent and use it to persevere.
Find your inner balance and hold your loved ones near.

      Don't let a broken heart control your every move. May the decisions that you make be as solid as a hoof.

Just remember that I am here, and we have a guardian up above. We both share something dear and that is our mother's love."

He said thank you with a smile and we said farewell to one another. This boy will become a man, and that man is my brother.