Mic Check
Coming to the stage, English major and Alpha Nu Omega Christian Fraternity Inc. member
Steven Francois “performing” Christ Saved My Life:
I went to the store to buy a box of chocolate, my mind was so tainted and twisted I couldn’t fathom it.
Jesus Christ hath saved my soul, see too much hip-hop is bad for your soul, too much culture is like mind control,
in Christ we live free not bound by mens traditions, let your eyes read the word so your heart can keep a listen, truly now this is what hip hop is missing, that real truth music bang ya head with no dissing, stop snitching? what a motto, I stopped to listen, listen a little closer you can hear the snakes hissing. Fake phony phonics dudes still on they infancy, the true Christians went to the battlefield with the infantry. What’s the mystery, that’s the punch line. Jesus reveals his secrets to you if you swing in and stop by.
Christ saved my life
Jesus Christ hath saved my soul, too much hip-hop is bad for your soul, too much culture is like mind control
you blend in with the world like army fatigue, you need to rest in Jesus if you’re feeling fatigue, double the heart, and im living twice, but you don’t understand the cost cause you didn’t pay the price. your food was not heated (heated has a double meaning for on fire for God and warm food) cause you still in that ice, (ice has a double meaning for jewelry and cold) your mind was not cultured cause you still got that lice, a parasitic bug with mouthparts adapt for sucking, it took away your true meat and now you’re just a hotlink.
Christ saved my life
Christ hath saved my soul, too much hip hop is bad for your soul, too much culture is like mind control
NOTE: In the coming blogs I plan to get some audio to accompany the printed word.
3 comments:
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~Charoy Thurston
God is dead.
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, section 108
German philosopher (1844 - 1900)
"Where has God gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto."
Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves."
It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: "what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of God?"
(((http://www.age-of-the-sage.org/philosophy /friedrich_nietzsche_quotes.html)))
nobody asked for all that "god is dead" bullshit, homeboy.
i'mma pry for you.
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