My Beloved, we are dry, dusty bones. How much life are we living without Jesus? Back in the days, strapped w/ a .357 magnum, high as a mink coat, drinking like a fish, & running the streets; I was looking for a grave to die in, yeah I wasn’t asking for it, but I was acting like it. You don’t have to be this mean, but you do have this in you. My dry bones are on you & yours are on mine, scattered & exposed for the entire world to see. Continue reading
First off I must make this statement; when I say HipHop I mean those of us that came up listening to HipHop Muzik: Ole School & New School. We started off in a lifestyle that nobody wanted & now everybody uses us to sell something. And many of us have been used up to our bones & after they’re finished with us they just throw us away or back in the valley: project housing, jails, & relationships of convenience.
Ezekiel 37:1-14, rings in my ears that we are them dry bones scattered in the valley separated from the own parts. We act like our legs are not connected w/ ours bodies because we will go & kick w/ any old body. We use our sex organ far pass what God intended them for. Continue reading