“Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that crap out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.” - Eminem
People are condemning instead of forgiving. Selfish over selfless. Boastfulness over humbleness. Crying inside, covered up with a smile on the outside. No mercy or grace, caught up in their own chains. Society digs holes inside us, dragging us down to our own self poverty.
Tolerate it, no I get aggravated by it. Cause if it’s not your passion, then don’t waste your time watering a plant that’s not even growing. faith is not just a seed that you plant, can’t just stick it in some dirt and expect it to start growing. If faith is fake then it’ll leave you suffocating. Cause, if it’s not God it’s self absorbing.
Community is beautiful when it happens it gives us opportunities to show compassion.
If honesty is the best policy than why we don’t use it but instead we amuse it.
If love casts out fear then why do we all linger in it…like there’s nothing we can do about it. We let fear conquer us before love can free us.
If Jesus loves us then why doesn’t he hear us, prayers feeling answer less. Don’t give up, stay strong, keep holding on. He’s listening while we’re in the waiting, contemplating or questioning everything we’re doing. Is it right, is it wrong, should I keep singing even when I’m not feeling this song.
Struggling to feel connected when we were rejected. Numb, feeling robotic, tempted to become an alcoholic. Drunk off loneliness, consumed by emptiness.
Life is a rush, if you don’t keep up, you might get pushed. Love is the mystery we’re all trying to solve. When Jesus is the only One who can fill this hole.
Singing and rhyming saved me when the walls inside we’re surrounding me, If I didn’t do this, I’d still be stuttering and mumbling. Awkward human, fair warning.
Music is like drugs for my soul, came to save me when I was stuck in this hole…working long hours I was starting to feel old.
Numb from love, drunk off old memories, hung over from thriving, life feeling like I’m barely surviving…situational atheist. The word release came to me when I was dreaming, now written in ink on my left arm, as a reminder, to not linger in fear, but to let love come near.
The more you reveal, the more you heal.
Don’t be waiting but, start doing…story-telling, breathing, adventure seeking.
“I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out, plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. When you call on Me, when you come and pray to Me, I’ll listen. When you are looking for me, you’ll find me. Yes, when you get serious about finding Me and want it more than anything else, I’ll make sure you won’t be disappointed. - Jeremiah 29:11-13 (MSG)