Attention

Trying come up with sharpest words possible. To draw the right attention.
Now a days things you say must be offensive before it can hit the right spot. One word does fit all people but one word does hurt all people. Nigga, whore and slut need a I go on. How curious is that we need to be degraded to hear something positive. How ridiculous is that we must be demoralized to learn morals? I can not change the way we listen but i can adjust the way I speak so that i draw to myself attention.

Being infamous is celebrated being famous is a dream that no one achieves. My words some how must contain infamousity with out the desire to be popular among the culture. Words easily said do not invoke actions easily lived. Words difficult to say invoke actions of a dichotmous nature. Put up or shut up.

You want the truth, how do you talk to black people? Say what you feel and let those passions come out. Be articulate or as inarticulate as you wish but communication must be passionate. Education is intimidating but it yet respected. Passion is revered then education is respected. They dont care what you know until they know you care.

The truth there is a sacrifice that must be made before we can truly connect with the people we are trying to reach. Until that sacrifice has been made our words might as well be like background noise. The truth is this generation X if you will have things talking to them, telling them that they will not amount to anything, what they are is not enough, no one loves them, everyone is after you and that they must here the negative 7 times before positive once.

You want your voice to be heard in an african american community, get real and speak passionately. Those whom you will reach take and run them as far as you can. Naturally we wont reach everyone but at least the ones we reach will have what we, who sacrifice, have given. Making a difference is more than just saying it, it is modeling it. The hope for this generation is us, namely the hope for this generation is the same for every generation, every kindred and every tribe that represents this whole world is Jesus Christ. My hope is built on none less.

Goodbye...but before I go.

I have had enough of this constant up and down in life. The constant wondering if my loss of self control is enough to uproot that which is pure. The true remains is that it does and is. I have managed to mar my own future and tarnish it enough to not believe in it. Jesus said that anything is possible to those who believe.

Empty am i, here i stand open hands with both blood and offering. The blood staining the offering. Vanity vanity vanity all is vain. There lies a hope outside of my own perception of my life. A redeeming love that is willing to cleanse me, willing to set me right and keep me. But there remains a blockage of my own making.

So i am letting go and plunging head first into whatever it takes for me to leave this life of sin. Leave this constant choosing of wrong because right seems "too Hard". All to live a life of destruction which is very easy. Why is destruction at my fingertips? And glorifcation just outside my grasp?

Mine eyes have not truly seen of that which needs to be seen. So i am letting go. I am letting go of this old world it has nothing for me but empty promises and false highs. Im betraying this world for my savior.
I will spend the balance of my life chasing after Him.

This world is in and of itself very beautiful and holds many potentially the work for both our benefit and our detrmint but those forces that are mean to purpose evil and meant to purpose good are only tap into when the choice is made i choose to live.
Goodbye struggles I choose to live.