Just like you

Dear Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky, before the Lord get me I gotta say somethin' quickly. I grew up different since my daddy wasn't with me, shoot, i wasn't picky, I'd take any male figure, you stepped in at the right time. It's cause of you that I write rhymes. You prolly never knew that. I love the way you used to come through, teach me to do the things that men do. True, you showed me stuff I prolly shouldn't of seen, but you had barely made it out your teens, took me under your wings. I wanted hats, I wanted clothes just like you, lean to the side when I roll just like you, didn't care if people didn't like you. you wanna bang, I wanna bang too, Skyline Pyrue. You woulda died, I woulda died too. You went to prison, got sick, lost your pops yeah I cried too. You never know who's right behind you, I got a little son now, and he do whatever I do. But it's something deep inside you, that tell you its gotta be more than doin' what other guys do. Didn't have nobody there to guide you, but I followed your footsteps and this shouldn't suprise you. You realize you, you realize you, you, yeah I just wanna be like you. 
Now all I see is money, cars, jewels, stars, womanizers, tuff guys, guns, knives, and scars, drug pushers, thugs, strippers, fast girls, fast life, "everything I wanted and everything I could ask" life. If this aint livin' then they lied well. Guess I married an old wive's tale. Wow. Fail. I don't know another way to go, this is the only way they ever show. I got this emptiness inside that got me fightin' for approval cause I missed out on my daddy sayin, "Way to go." didn't get that verbal affirmation don't know how to treat a woman, how to fix an engine, to keep the car runnin'. So now I'm lookin at the media and I'm followin' what they feed me. Rap stars, trap stars, whoever wants to lead me. Even though they lie they still tell me that they love me. They say I'm good at bad things, at least they proud of me.
I just wanna be like you, walk like, talk like, even think like you. The only one I could look to. You're teachin' me to be just like you. Well I just gotta be like, like I just gotta be like you.

I was created by God but I ain't wanna be like Him, I wanna be Him. The Jack Sparrow of my Carribean. I remember the first created bein', and how he shifted the blame on his dane for food he shouldn't of eaten'. And I look at us all out of Eden. Wearing designer fig leaves by Louie Vuitton make believin'. But God sees through my foolish pride, an how I'm weak like Adam, another victim of lucifer's lies. Then in steps Jesus. All men were created to lead, but we needed somebody to lead us. More than a teacher, but somebody to buy us back from the darkness, you can say He redeemed us. Taught us that real leaders follow God, finish the work cause we on our job. Taught us not to rob, but give life. Love a wife like He loved the Church, without seein' how many hearts we can break first. I wanna be like you in every way. So if I gotta die every day, unworthy sacrifice, but the least I can do is give the most of me. Cause bein' just like you is what I'm supposed to be. They say you came for the lame, I'm the lamest. I made a mess, but you say you'll erase it. I'll take it. They say you came for the lame, I'm the lamest. I broke my life, but you say you'll replace it. I'll take it.
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Stab, Bleed and Run!

It was around 1am on Friday and I was in my bed getting ready to sleep when I heard some loud, terrifying screams right outside my window.
As I looked outside, I saw two boys taking a girl’s purse and running away. As they ran towards the station, a group of other boys came running after them and stabbed one of the thieves in the leg.
He sat on the pavement and all his “friends” left him there bleeding and ran away. I could hear them saying: “Leave him, leave him, we gotta go man!” What type of friendship is this?
How can a person blindly follow certain “friends” that set their mind to do evil? Worse still, the friendship is so fake that in the moment when he needs them the most, his “friends” are not there to “have his back”!
This is the saying out there, “I have your back, man! If they come to get you, I’ll be there for you…”
Will they really? Is it really worth keeping a friendship with someone where all that is talked about are girls, sex, theft, money, brands, raves and everything that pollutes your mind?
Hey girl, are you really sure that your girl friends that introduce you to all sorts of dirty talk are going to be there for you when you turn 30 and you have to pay your bills?
Focus, man! Put your mind straight.
Listen to the right advice and let God work in your life. Instead of becoming a hazard to society, a nightmare to your parents and a loser in life, you’ll actually turn to be an example to those who are still blind!
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Music Trap

*John came in the place looking very negative. His eyes were dark and deep. As I greeted him, he took the headphones off and I asked if everything was okay. He said, “Yes, I’m just trying to clear up my mind from certain issues at home.” Then I asked if I could listen to the music that he was listening to and, as I put the headphones on, I immediately took it off.
The song was so negative, the lyrics were so dirty, and the artist… well, let me not mention her name here. I then told him that listening to that type of music would never help him clear up his mind. Actually, it would make it worse.
John* had been a faithful member of the Youth Group and had taken part in most of the group’s activities, yet there was something about him that still needed to be sorted out: his fatal addiction to the music he listened to.
Music is water. Whenever you listen to it, you are actually drinking from it. If the lyrics, beats, intention and spirit of the song are not godly and positive, eventually you will be drinking negative and ungodly water.
The lyrics will fill your mind and heart with sewage water and that will reflect in your behaviour and also in the words you speak. “For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks” (Matthew 12:34)
Some people don’t pay attention to the lyrics of some so-called artists and star singers:
Oh-oh-oh-oh I’m in love with Judas I wanna love you, But something’s pulling me away from you. Jesus is my virtue, Judas is the demon I CLING to…” — Lady Gaga
Feels so good being bad, there’s no way I’m turning back. Now the pain is my pleasure, ’cause nothing could measure ’Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it…”— Rihana
Isn’t there something not right about these lyrics?
Don’t let this negative influence sink its evil roots in your life and make your mind be just like theirs. It’s time to clean up. It’s time to uproot these evil songs from your life. It’s time to “baptise” your music device and upload God to your iPod.

*John is a fictitious name.

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