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Led in by the organ and the sounds of the bells
That act as elevator music away from Hell
A room full of winners sit amongst a room full of sinners
Looking to make a change but given cold glares like the winter season
Believing what a man who claims to be holier than thou is reading
I'm believing what I feel in my heart
That my God will shine through the dark
And that your building is not going to be that spark, a fresh start
Separated sometimes it feels like
I questioned God even though it didn't feel right
But my Yai said she also did it too
Which in my mind only helped to prove that answers needed to be given
I don't question your judgement Lord
But please just explain your decision
Because a man who was baptized before his death was given too short of a living
And for all the times I cursed you I apologize and I hope I'm forgiven
But this book that has been written
That is separating people with every new explanation or description
Is getting bland
So, so, so you think you can
Come back to earth and explain your meaning
Because the wolves are dressing themselves up and trying to go after the sheep
I can't believe what I'm seeing
Yet I'm asked to take the risk of coming back every weekend

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These Rappers

I just don't understand these new rap guys

Over masculine testosterone driven exaggerated lies

Homophobic ideals yet ya'll talk about how you "bake pies"

There's no contradiction in your addiction to sipping cough syrup that's owned through a perscription

And you selling drugs to your community, getting caught asking for immunity

But snitching is a no no

Yet when shit hits the fan you realize that jail is a no go

Because you rather be throwing ones at a chick who's making her knees touch her big toe.

I just don't understand these new rap trends

It's okay to portray yourself as a player in your video when the entire world knows you have a wife

They know the first and last name of your girlfriend yet you pretend

To be something you're not for whom?

Because the second your fiance comes into the room you somehow return back to you

And all of those once truthful lyrics now no longer become true.

I just don't understand these new rap dudes

Inserting "pause" or "no homo"s into any phrase or comment that may be miscontrude

But what they don't realize is what those phrases really do

And that's isolate the same population that listens to your music

A community that is only asking for acceptance is being neglected by your masculine lines

About degrading women with all the extra time you have that is not devoted to "the grind"

You must be out your monkey ass mind.

I just don't understand these new rap stars

Who spend their advance on chains that enslaved their ancestors and are really just shiny scars

Rap is the new cotton and the labels are the slave masters

Who will whip you into shape if you're not making the songs that they want any faster than you're making it

And you work harder and harder just taking it

Picking that plant with every single pressed

With every album sold

I just don't understand these new rap guys

And it's not because 24 years is old...



Miles Away

I just don't get it
Why so many of you people choose to watch these shows
About stereotypical idiots or fictional ho's
So called bad girls who really are a waste of space
Reality shows that are as real as a surgically altered face
Not scripted more manipulated
By the puppet masters holding the strings
Throwing mass amounts of free alcohol into the mix to see what it brings
Chaos and stupidity
Yet everyone continues to watch and quote these folks
Situation has a six pack but his age is a joke
But if MTV wants to pay then who am I say
What is right, wrong, or even okay?
I just can't stand these shows now
Wondering how they got on and why they're still here now
The Bad Jersey Shore Game is being repeated for alternate watching
Uhh um what??

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Waves

Overwhelmed by thoughts so deep they could be put into an ocean

Of waves of shallow beliefs that leave me broken

As they wash up on shore.

More and more I demand yet as this plan unravels

I understand what it is that I can and can not handle.

Dismantle the empire of what I hold so sacred

Naked as I walk around fully clothed

Trying my best to escape the harsh wind that pierces through my bones

And down to my soul.

A moment of clarity is needed as this fog rolls in occasionally

With the hope that the sun comes waiting in the back of my mind

Define myself by my work ethic and grind

As I strive to survive this battle that has been going on since the age of 13

This constant feeling of hurting isn't for certain

But it's hurting as it causes an unreal pain

I remain intact

As I swim through the motions and prepare myself to react to what comes

Waves of emotions crashing up on shore

More and more of these waves will come...