steady chords fill a silent room you fill these pages with whats inside of you.. so ... the world can see this side of you the world fogs what we all wish was a perfect view heaven here a polished destiny God is love thats the Alpha and Omega of this recipe though seasons that we wear might not be dressed to the T i'm daily baffled by how scandalously He's blessing me ride the waves surf the breaks praying for thicker skin, praying through the thick and thins The Lord is with me, just like He was with Daniel in the Lions Den He set apart this life for me I don't pray for one that makes me whole, just that she's the perfect compliment. I will always honor her, and never forget to compliment. but, that's not for now its for a later date, my life is too sweet, she'll just be the icing on the cake.

VIDEO I'm up early The Bible's open. .. I say a prayer but my words are softly spoken I say em soft... so only God can hear me no, not another man It's only God I'm fearing It's only God I'm fearing It's only God I'm fearing yea, I'm in the Drivers seat ... but, we all know who's steering Moses, parted seas so we'd all see it clearer clearer pictures clearer pictures painted in the mirror I'm seeing dollar signs so I guess I'm seein' figures But, I'm really just trying to figure how my founding fathers made it bigger but, I don't need the cannon to enhance my image HEAVEN's the End-zone... Earths just the line of scrimmage.

they're based on tens but, it's a lot more than slam scores it's jotting down what you stand for left in pen left for men to learn from the past in hopes to spare the sin paid for by the son already who's love over pours the rays of the sun so don't stress sit back and relax enjoy life it's the moments.. you've missed nothing life ... it's just begun.

seasons set slower ... time almost at a standstill learning love will get you a lot futher than a grand will...

i give it all to God. not just a sample Lord, take me and mold me make me an example not just to the younger ones.. can't forget the ones above

as tomorrow comes... as does a new sun... not the same sun as yesterday, but a sun that has aged sharpened, a much brighter interpretation of the one that stood before... one that each day falls to the floor, but not from defeat nor despair He's not there to stay He's there for thought He's there for prayer

they ... ... doubted. they doubted you but, why wouldn't they... you doubted yourself. so i took a step mac and then it all clicked i'm in control and in command of my direction convinced that certainty is really when i should question. because is complete certainty ever sound? i started listenin' to the spirit never listen to another's sound silenced opinions... to me its just a muffled sound stay the course daily... just tryin' to make my mama proud. sometimes i even take flights just to join her in the clouds by way of Dallas its my stompin' grounds and now... it's time to drop the training wheels cuz we're not training still and always moving never remaining still always growing, i'm learning still when the Lords speakin' i know him and i know that him and his voice are real so i have to listen up i was blessed with big ears so thats not a problem bub bright ideas bright lights with a brighter bulb attracted to the finer things bougie scents, bad chicks accompanied by a Prada clutch... needs more!

so yea, friends i trust can't help friends that can help... i dont trust. so... i turn to you i want to start over with a clean slate take the keyboard to my mind ... and press ... cntrl + alt + delete i want to look back at my school days without getting caught up in a school daze i refuse to end up another face in the crowd i just need to to take time and slow down because yesterday comes too fast and tomorrow seems like it doesn't come at all so i pray to you Lord take me and use me because dark minds still have bright lights that bleed through the eyes and blind lies take a path further down my face to my cheek where you can see the tears evidence left behind from the cries now to my mouth allow me to speak soft words even when minds a blur... i turn to you.

the storms and the lightning i find em both exciting not tragic, but enlightening it wakes something inside me at first i found it frightening not knowing how to use this gift that my father put inside me i find attention in the detail its not about the retail that only keeps my vaules lower than the resale

i think this earth is just the playing field and Heaven happens to be home plate i think satan is constantly throwing curveballs but, i figure faith gets me to first base but diggin' deeper in the word... ...now thats what gets me home safe well rounded roundin' bases i see my future as the outfield they say the grass is always greener it's posture not perfection portraying a positive demeanor i'm counting my blessing daily livin' each day like its my last the way i see it there'll be no regrets just flat exhausted when i lie to rest... i'll leave this place with battle scars but, these are just wounds that have healed my heart remains unbeaten because God is my shield.

always been .... the real rebellious type lofty dreams of paradise who acts first then asks for forgiveness... .... if i have to the faster i made it the faster i spent it the colder the summers the warmer the winters the bigger the fences the bigger the splinters the bigger the business the bigger the dinners Manny's Steakhouse in the middle of winter .... in the middle of Minni middle of my twenties the blessing were comin' ... comin' in plenty whippin' the Audi downtown around the city company rental 26 6 figues life's perfect... sike. but thats what you'd figure i had plenty tho Grand Slam like what i used to order at Denny's

Gods... ...timing is always perfect. HE's the one who scripted it never has to rehearse it the devil came to curse it BLOOD was the signature GRACE written out in cursive.

beats nice… …and there’s a dim overhead light mid flight moods right my BREDS tight i’m not talking about my wallet i’m talking about how I’m walking how I’m steppin’ or how I’m standing interruption now the flight attendants talkin’ contemplatin’ out the window i was staring’ now we’re preparing for landing window seat i like the exit row exit slow first class isn’t for flossin’ it’s just cuz my legs are long

learning from the past but i'm not sweatin' history at times the devil and his tricks can be a bit blistering prayers a quick flip the switch lick my lips playin' it cooler than the double LL fighting battles from my feet fallin' downs not a problem when you crew love defined by prayers that scoop you up

so... let me tell you about my relationship with Jesus, ... it's like i have him on face time... quicker than speed dial. never out of touch but, ....a lot of times, i just waste time payin' attention to the devils D. but its flawed because he never cuts off the baseline I had the WORLDS GREATEST MOM no one could ever replace mine fears... i face mine i know that good things take time chest covered by the shield walkin' with Gods armor around my waste-line success comes in sips and i can taste mine and when the crowns come i place mine at His feat Jesus is the only Real King all mouths they will sing and tongues confess the devils shots i will contest

Fresh Prince and fresh J's day dreamin a sweet summer daze lost in hemmingway a sweet summer days with endless colorways the sun keeps comin' it never fades a created setting thats perfect don't bothering changing the settings if i was betting... BUT i'm not a betting man im a trusting one to the one above vaulted ceilings the plots revealing is fear the true emotion or do we fear a loss of feelings or days that lack the meaning waves are back and forth Jesus intervening

It’s like the person closest cuts the deepest i normally wear my heart on shoulder but now it’s summer so it’s sleeveless i could have it all wrong maybe it’s me maybe it’s just part of the grieving maybe its Jesus speaking in this season telling me to stop believing the lying and the scheming that I’m a triple threat that’s why the devils double teaming any given sunday you can catch my hands thrown up like Willie Beamin

i promise you're not the only one with a dangerous mind and trust me you're not a menace to society i know from experience ups and downs so many struggles with sobriety i know now that hell is in the past and that heaven is my final resting place so with that I stand on faith still believing miracles in Jesus name and Jesus He stands on waves He comes quick suddenly He silenced seas just seconds before they were violently disrupting mind of peace or peace of mind how's your soul i just gave you a piece of mine doubt yup......is a rocky road but peace is solid ground wrestlin' in the dirt like Jacob leaves a mark but builds a solid mound opinions are overrated lookin in .... and diggin' deep thats where the answers found.

PAINt words but, I wrestle with my art so abstract my hearts so Picasso worried about the future but we’re all so so I’m also adding color to the critiques while they try to paint the world in black and greys pearly white smiles at the pearly gates I pray there’s no punches from the heavy weight quick spitting words moving faster than the Quittich m8 You know - what Potter plays Heaven That’s where my Father stays hittin’ heavy bags make for a light escape His shoulders move heavy tones to lighter shades

setbacks like sedatives but, JESUS, reverses rhetoric thoughts on the irrelevant it’s time that could be better spent making moves ... and leaving prints frozen moments catching glimpse ... it's in a reflection that result inner reflection where cameras flashin' we're fashion forward, and HIS Grace ... is draped in elegance and Mr. West these dreams ... they’re ultra light beams - they're Heaven Sent never camera shy just behind the lens

weathers pleasant here but, we don’t want pleasantville we want Chance the splasher book the rapper coloring Chancellors Jack the slacker map the Ripper a backwards hatter corporate climb the ladder no point in getting even or getting madder I switch topics faster that the pitcher when he’s facing a switching batter or a hitter bullpens pull a lefty burns down the base line I’ve learned to love the journey beauty’s in the waiting not the waist line good things take time tick rocks from the wrist watch to be Frank I’ve been lost I swim good Chancel or Novocaine and and the pains gone

back at it ....honestly. it’s been a minute since I’ve written it’s like i'll reach for the pencil but, it just drifts in the distance no excuses, i know getting good, it takes commitment the scary thing isn’t wanting more it’s just finding balance in contentment releasing all resentment replays repeating over and over till this carbon copy leaves an imprint just a little defense for the future to prevent them from making the same mistakes i made

gripping tight to the past knowing in my mind its time to leave it, time to drop it, but, its turning actions into words, its convincing my heart to take the longest journey known to man, the 18 inches from mind to heart… the marriage of mind and soul … beliveing that the best days are before me, and that the best things … aren’t things… material will fade, but water cascades, flooded by grace… finding beauty in the progression … soaking up peace that surpasses my finite understanding, turning pain into eternal fuel .. finding my happy place … a reality of dreams, where this smiles no longer a facade, but truly how i feel.

A life where we are forced to dig deeper where we never fear the reaper we reap what we sow you’ll never see me in the bleachers aways remain a student life is always teaching I leave you the low hanging fruit I’m always reaching.

in love, in love, with the idea of what it could be ... but, if it was true love.. then it would be. ... it will be.