Why People Get Low n' Slap Ho's

So, I have been listening to a bit more rap music lately, a little less mos def though and a little more jay-z! Good stuff, but it has caused me to have a revelation. I realize now why the rap/hip-hop trend is so very popular among todays youth (and middle aged Hispanic men...respect). The reason it is so widely admired and followed so fervently with such ardor is because it is such an easy scene to follow! The music is very instructional and commanding, so you don't have to really worry about whether you are doing things right!

For example, if you are an avid follower of the rap/hip-hop scene, you know you will earn some respect if you keep your shoulders clean of excess dust, as Jay-Z instructs, "If yo feelin' like a pimp, nigga go and dust yo shouldas off!" So, before this song came about, all the adherents of rap were walking around looking like a bunch of fools with dirty "shoulda's," but thanks to Jay, they are now with it.

Not only does rap music teach you how to be a pimp, but it teaches you how to dance, (crank dat soulja boy, Jerk, get low, etc.), it teaches you what the ladies like, (candy shops n' lollie pops), and it teaches you what the life of a G entails, so that you may also one day be a G. Apparently you need to learn to, "smoke that tumble weed," and to "throw some D's on that B****," (to furnish your vehicle with Dayton Rims). You must, "ride dirty," whilst sippin, "Patron on Ice" and "Git Crunk" and "Snap yo Fingas!" There is so much to learn, and there are so many great teachers!

So, this then got me thinking, how come the other scene's don't have as much instruction? I honestly think that the heralds of these scenes are really missing that boat, and they will soon lose all their followers to RAP!

I think I can give them a boost. So, we will start with those northern California hipster kids. Let's get Fleet Foxes or Band of Horses to write something like this,

oooooooh...
admire owls they are so wise
cut your pants above your thighs
smoke american spirits, preferably mild
and don't forget to read into the wild.

See, it is that easy.. Or we have the "Christcore" kids. The kids who love hardcore music almost as much as they love Jesus, Underoath, you can spearhead this but here is a start.

Scripture chest tattoos,
Super Deep V knecks
one inche plugs
with double peirced lip!

Or, you got that mellow acoustic beach crew, normally following Jack Johnson, John Mayer, and Jason Mraz. Any one of those is a great candidate to help these kids out.

soft acoustic guitars make me feel so warm,
my pants are baggy and worn and torn
rainbow sandals and fedoras too
make me look so good when I'm on the sand with you!
oooooohhh.....

You get the gist of it, I don't have time to help out all the scenesters, so emo, indie, and punk kids your on your own. All i'm trying to do here is stop the impending monopolization of Rap over the youth due to their superior skills in instructional music. Good luck!

Long Time No Post. (Curse Undulation.)

Life has been distracting lately. Since Zimbabwe a lot has been going on in me. Lot's of ups and downs, so much so i feel like i'm going through menopause or something! (minus the hot flashes). Anyways, I'm sure it is a casualty of going on such an emotionally intense trip like that.

Upon returning the enemy spared no time in executing his attacks on us. I had this mindset, that once I got home things would be dramatically different for me. I would be a new man, changed for the good to go out and do God's work until it killed me. foolishly I was overconfident, and the fall was hard. I didn't talk much about the trip, other than to people who went. I didn't think anyone else would really understand. So, before I knew it, I was forgetting all of the things that God revealed to me on the trip. I spent a few weeks just really confused, wondering why I felt so discontent. I began to blame it on other things and just grow more and more distracted. I hated my job, nay, loathed it. Going to work, was like being sent to the inferno for me. I decided that the reason I was so unfulfilled was because I was living a boring life. When I should have realized that it was because I had stopped seeking God's guidance on my return. It was almost as if the enemy had dirtied the window through which i speak and listen to God, and was hiding on the other side pretending to be him.

But God loves me too much. Things got better after our first debriefing meeting. I realized i wasn't the only one hurting and was able to reminisce about our trip again. It was the perfect tonic for my ailment, and from there on, things began to progress. I trying to be more optimistic about everything that God had blessed my with, (namely my job), and I spent less time pouring all the time I have into getting out of the house to forget my problems, and more time in solitude, seeking after what God wants me to do next. (I had forgotten all about this blog, which I had originally designed to use as an outlet for my thoughts upon returning).

So things were better for a while, I was spending more consistent time in the word than ever before, and I was still trying my best to be content. But, undulation is as undulation  does. So lately, I have just been falling back into that cursed rut. Feeling a need for something greater, discontent in different areas in my life, longing for stuff which will come in time, but not just yet. I know that I need to just put give it all up to God, it's just a matter of doing it and moving on. It's a rough procedure, It's literally like that age old fable of the angel and devil on each shoulder whispering truths and lies into each ear. It grows tiresome, but I have faith that in time God will bring clarity, and contentment. Until then, I will just keep seeking after him! (and keep on putting up new posts!)

~Jeremiah 29:11~