RIP

RIP

Standard Rest In Peace

We Know

Prayers to Rewind it Please

To bring you back

Words Rain in place

Of the things I never did

I’m Rapid In Pace

To outrun this sorrow

Pictures Research In Progress

As to remember our past

Songs Repeat in Pending

Not one consoles my soul

Death Resistence is Perilous

But that’s the beauty of life

You Rise in Peace

May angels Accept you

Sinners

Sinners

Yes Jesus loves me

Yes Jesus Loves me

Yes Jesus loves me

But do we love him back

Back like the painful stripes he took on his back

When our first thought is never defend but attack

That’s a fact in the matter without lack.

We give into temptations did, does, and do

You knew if you were in the circe that weed would eventually rotate around to you

If we take in ectasy and I can get her layin next me

Theres a very high chance that she’ll be havin sex with me

What I didn’t know was that the drug was laced

And I was one breath away from losing Gods grace in thee

But this girl was sexy as can be

Little did I know I wasn't wrapped so I unwrapped a package of H-I-V

So busy worrying about money, power, and respect

Bet you forgot today was your mom’s birthday, damn I shoulda checked

Or that guy who stole your girl in the first case

Revenge was the plan so your stormed over to his place

How bout that time you were walking past the lady who got mugged in front of 7/11

But you just looked away like it was 9/11

See watching sin is just as bad as taking part in it

You can live a good life but you still a sinner however you spin it

So now you're stuck in this tug of war with your future; what the fuck

Was thinking who needs Satan when you can self destruct.

See you say you're on the straight and narrow bible with it

But you can’t be cause you got your plans, hands, and desires in it.

I promise you the course God has for you is very real

However, you’ll never drive it when your wrestling over the steering wheel

Every time we sin and ask forgiveness God still leans over with a kiss

How do we figure we confess it with our tongue but our lifestyle is atheist.

See when it comes down to it when sinning a million times seven

An apology in you moment of desperation won’t get you into heaven.

Most of us don’t study for tests till the very last day

And you have the nerve to reach heaven the exact same way.

So many different gods

Your get me down to the right size god

That dirty magazine apple to my eye God

That Heathen music on my Ipod God

The She God the He God the all about me God

See we look out and wonder why we can’t see god

But look deep down inside you; realize you want to be God

See its time for a change

Time for old boys to grow in the mane

Stop imitatin what you see in the insane

Stop saying you’re an activist when all you do is complain.

See its time to make a change

A greater change than any black president could ever do

Its time to be the change don’t let the world change you.

Together

Together

Where he walks my flowers bloom

She’s the rain on my lawn too

He’s the abscess on my lip

She’s the splinter in my fingertip

But I still love you, who could do without you

And who can be without you

Shes the sea I’m swimming in

He’s the sun that kissed my skin

Sometimes I don’t know where we began

Somewhere between now and then

Aren’t we just a site for sore eyes

We go perfect like Moon and sky

We danced all night damn didn’t we

No music ever stopped you and me

I will love you forever

I will love you forever

I’d steal and kill for you ball and chain

Behind bars we’d still remain

Without wood we kindle our flame

Ashes to ashes, together we fade away

Obesity

Obesity

If you don’t control your eating habits, Your eating habits will control you

We tell ourselves lies to rationalize orderin a number 1 through 11

King size this and that when the real king, is sizing me up and I’m wishin there was still another size up

From king size.

My love handles hang over and kids hang from them like monkey bars

On a playground my belly is the trampoline, don’t ask me to chicken fight

On the balance beam when I’m afraid to step on the triple beam.

See these stretch marks are truths that my body is confused at what to eat and what’s useless, but I use food to satisfy my gluttonous excuses.

Please pull thru as I put my body in drive, I still sit motionless as if weighed down

Well of course with all this excess weight and baggage that it makes my mind not only my body grows weary.

I mean I’m heavy so it takes awhile to move forward backward side to side

I look at people inside not worryin about their outsides, and they can do that.

Well cuz they’re skinny.

Anyways as I pull thru 109 mph that’s meals per hour in the fast food lane

Not worryin about the traffic that’ll be flowin out later, because I’m used to waitin for it

On the toilet bowl hater, my body is a junkyard when I should

Treat it like a temple.

Now I’ve seen fat people, when I look in the mirror I pass as 3 people that are fat

Now the mirror she ain’t good to me. Never hidin the truth nothing less than ruth and when I lay down part of me still touches the roof.

Now realizing that gluttony is Satan’s way of holdin me back causin' heart attacks feel so taxin' after every step its time for some super lax, chocolate flavored preferably.

This gluttonous fool who kneels down before you lord…I think I’m on my knees haven’t felt em in years…Any who Lord I am gluttonous and I’m guilty of lovin mommas secret recipe and everyone else’s. 

Like every time I get depressed I eat till I defeat that feeling of being oppressed, and as I began to physically undress, I feel like a jack in the box of Duncan donuts. Round but never full. Gluttony’s baby as Satan spoon-feeds me lies that persuade me to give in.

Lord your revelation is that true gluttony was my dairy queen that gives me a Hardees when I looked at her Hooters. Chick-Fil-a, made my day, when on F.r.i.d.a.y.s. if the thing I worked was my adams apple bees, and finally you showed me that my body is a golden corral that should only search for church’s Chicken.

To My Masterpiece

To My Masterpiece

Took from nothing and breathed into you life

I have big plans for you now do not turn your back on me

I see in you more than you think you show

You are to me as the Mona Lisa is to Da Vinci

I have lain before you choices that only you may make

To love or to hate

To give or to take

To build or destroy

To live or to die

You are to me as the Sistine Chapel is to Michelangelo

You are capable of more than this world has led you to believe

Dream dreams that take you further than this world

Pursue goals that others say are impossible

Shine bright in the lands of darkness

Aspire after ambitions that others say are foolish

You are to me as the screw is to Archimedes

You have all the tools I have placed so rightfully in you

You are brave you are bold

None have the strength and potential that you do

Few are so glorious and fewer more beautiful

You are intelligent and wise

I give you resiliency and a calling

You are to me as a Starry Night is to Van Gogh

You are my greatest creation to me you are so precious

I cry when you weep

I laugh when you cackle

I smile when you grin

You are a mirror image of what I want from this world

You are to me as the 5^th symphony is to Beethoven

Turn to me in times of distress and of jubilation

Nothing can satisfy you more than your heavenly father

The ways of this world are twisted and wrong

I am the truth and the light

You are to me as Mickey is to Walt Disney

I do not know how to abandon

When you sanctuary my arms are open

When you fall no matter how far my hand will be extended

When the falls too hard Consider me and umbrella

When you have oceans to cross I am your ship

When your lost in the dark I will light your path

You are to me as son is to father

Almost

ALMOST

Two words that plague our Earth never to show worth just enable Satan’s girth to grow. Never have two words more relined the fate and destiny of mankind.

ALL MOST

See as far as the world’s concerned you could ALMOST get away with murder if you have money for miles.

See you can almost know people and almost sleep around then stop by the clinic to almost have a child.

Now here’s some truth, Satan only tells us lies, when they’re almost the truth. His words almost more slippery than and almost wet icy road.

Ya we’ve abandoned truth, put too much hope in the youth, because yesterday’s youth teaches today’s lies so when will tomorrow ever learn truth.

You see I’m almost saved but not quite fully, I look right but I live wrong.

Can’t stand the conviction in Romans, so wrap my self to be comforted in psalms.

Loved to almost lift my hands in the air, loved to almost sing loud enough hymns like I surrender ALL MOST.

Not truly righteous but right ish… With our world full of Ishmael when he built it for Isaacs.

See when we breathe in the Lord’s holy air to finally be judged will he kiss us and say well done… or curse us out yelling medium rare.

Music

Music

See I was sittin in my room comtemplatin how to further my self from Hell and find salvation when I came to the realization I was listenin to Satan’s playlist.

Murda inc music cappin cats for the capital offense, for those who have no right to offend and defender. Reppin mo murder when lookin down the barrel holdin a mic thinking they preachin right.

Music

When they get to the awards using lyrics like girls lick me like a lollipop and how low can you go and Baby grind with me, yet they have the audacity to scream in the mic I ain’t nothing without God.

Music

Listenin to the Doctors of these realities they can always diagnose but you never hear them tryin for a remedy. No “young brother don’t follow me follow the one that calms the seas”, No “hey young brother this is how it is but not how it’s supposed to be.”

No raps about being a Roman boy not conforming to this world’s philosophies, or stayin away from suicidal tendencies that God hates. See the candy to our eye the lust for her thighs, Are blindin whats ones only truth inside….Soul

Man if these cats see so much evil and feel all its tendencies could it be that we’re listenin to a devil flow?

Music

We live in a generation where saints fear consecration. Where evil is good and good is called evil. Twisted we have become that if the life of Christ ignites a life on fire we accuse them by saying your movin too fast.

Shame on Music