To be or not to be a Gospel Rapper

Paul planted..Appollo watered..but God gives the increase

Some of us aяε better suited †o reach the church..others aяε uniquely configured †o reach the streets better..a few can do both effectively.. I guess finding where we belong is part of our life's assignment

Peter may remain in Jerusalem wt the other disciples..but Paul would reach the gentiles..and in doin so..preach a gospel of his own..it would cause controversy and bring disapproval from the jews..but he would bε walking in God's calling for his life

There's a new conciousness in the kingdom now..people aяε breaking out of the old boxes and labels attached †o what they do..call it "Gospel" or whatever..I guess History is just repeating itself..afterall,U can't put new wine in old wineskins..at the same time,it wud bε unfair †o force old wineskines †o accept new wine..

However,in whatever we do,let us bε guided by the Spirit..and let our zeal bε according †o knowledge..and keep the unity of the faith..remembering that in the kingdom,there aяε no lone rangers..

I don't do church music but I'm a part of the church..I boldly carry the scars of Christ's dying upon me..if it alienates me from the crowd..dats fine by me..but it wud draw a few..and I'm content wt that knowin I'm fulfillin purpose..but I'm nt the churchy rapper either..I'm just me..slap any tag u want..I just wanna fulfill purpose..e a passion for the streets but I'm also a model for some in the kingdom..so I guess,I reach the church and the streets at the same time..by reason of what I do on TV,I'm already far removed from the religious garb..I host a secular show..and I'm popular for that..now how gospel is that? ℓ0ℓ..

The Maverix EP wud not bε tagged gospel but inevitably anyone who listens †o it wud know what my convictions aяε from my lyrics..infact,some new joints I've bn cooking up wt Cikk0 aяε so far from what most wud consider 'Religious Music'..but it is what it is..my joy has always been being referred †o as 'That fly rapper who does gospel rap' dat's what gives me joy,bruv..knowing that people acknowledge my skill inspite of how they feel about my message..

I boldly carry the scars of Christ's dying upon me..if it alienates me from the crowd..dats fine by me..but it wud draw a few..and I'm content wt that knowin I'm fulfillin purpose..but I'm nt the churchy rapper either..I'm just me..slap any tag u want..I just wanna fulfill purpose..

The Pedo - Files : Vanessa

They say its the one U luv the most that breaks your heart..Have U ever felt that ache when someone Uve nurtured and poured yourself into over time grows away from U due †o distance and the passage of time?..I have..

I love children..I find their candid innocence quite refreshing from the devious life of adult-hood..in some sorta way,I have remained a child myself..yea..and happily so..now back †o the subject..every once-in-a-while,a particular kid tugs at М̣̇Ɣ heart-strings and I feel drawn †o be a part of his or her formative process..in whatever capacity I can..I just wanna be there for that kid..

Take Vanessa for example..she was special..I remember catching a glimpse of her fuzzy head for the first time during sunday school in church..quiet..withdrawn..watchful..she wrapped her little fingers around my heart-strings and yanked hard on them..she had me..I knew I wanted †o be a part of her life..I gave her one of those goofy smiles we adults ℓike †o inflict on children and was rewarded with a look of suspicion..I knew I had М̣̇Ɣ work cut out for me..

But I did get †o know her..and as time passed,she accepted me as part of her world..I remember her telling me of her decision †o join the Teens church..I beamed ℓike a proud dad who's son just made college..М̣̇Ɣ joy was complete when she indicated interest in rap music..At last,I had a successor!..you see,I was about moving †o a new place far away and would have †o leave the church..somebody had †o fill the void I wud leave behind..or so I thought..

Vanessa didn't take М̣̇Ɣ departure well,I'm afraid..in her quiet way,she made me know she wasn't happy about it..but I had †o move..and so I did..we tried keepin in touch but after a while that fizzled out..I guess she must have felt betrayed..I don't know..it was hard not being there anymore †o guide her through the troubled phase of being a teenager..but I had no choice

One day,I paid a visit †o my old church..and inquired after her..I was told she had moved †o another church..so I went over †o her house..and there she was..М̇y Rugrat..М̣̇Ɣ baby..now in the full bloom of adolescence..tall..gawky..self-concious..but the look she gave me was detached..blank..I had become a stranger..no longer relevant in her world..the conversation was brief and painful..I left the house..heart-broken..she had grown up..and grown away from me..Vanessa..

Memoirs of a Melancholic (I)

Hi,
М̣̇Ɣ name is Rapsody..but М̣̇Ɣ friend s call me Mr Emo..(blush)..short f☺r Mr Emotional..well,I guess they are right..I do feel things deeply...i have a sensitive soul.I'm nothing special though..Ju̲̅s̲̅t another young black male navigating Τ̲̅ђe ocean of his destiny..Τ̲̅ђe only striking thing about me is that God has been merciful towards me..oh yes,He has..I'm amazed myself (catwalks)..ℓ☺ℓ ..I'm indeed grateful..but †̥☺ he whom much is given,much is excepted..nw dats Τ̲̅ђe thing..being me is not exactly a stroll i̲̅n̲̅ piccadilly square..Lord knows,I've got М̣̇Ɣ obligations..committments..responsibilities..М̣̇Ɣ greatest fear is not living up †̥☺ them..no pun intended but М̣̇Ɣ dreams keep me up at nite..and М̣̇Ɣ memories hold me captive..but I've chosen †̥☺ escape through these memoirs..М̣̇Ɣ thots aя̲̣ε̲̣ М̣̇Ɣ get-away vehicles...М̣̇Ɣ name is Rapsody... and this is М̣̇Ɣ prison break..Hello Scofield....(†̥☺ B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ continued)

Cookies from Ukraine

(This is an allegory..all semblances to real persons and places aя̲̣ε̲̣ very well-intended)

I have a thing f☺r cookies from Ukraine..brown-crusted wt pure cream Ø̲п̥ the insides..eazy Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe palatte..lasting Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe tongue..a delight f☺r anyone wt a sweet tooth..

I found luv while flipping thru Τ̲̅ђe pages of a magazine and beheld this cookie jar brimming wt ukrainian cookies..М̣̇Ɣ fingers trembled as I traced Τ̲̅ђe outline of Τ̲̅ђe jar Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe glossy page of Τ̲̅ђe magazine..aaah..what do we have here? I had †̥☺ have those cookies..I hurriedly tapped Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe keys of М̣̇Ɣ PC as I made an online order f☺r Τ̲̅ђe beauties..

 Τ̲̅ђe reply came a while later via e-mail.. Τ̲̅ђe cookies will B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ delivered †̥☺ me as ordered..but..it would take some time †̥☺ arrive..probably next year..М̣̇Ɣ heart skipped and took a nose-dive into М̣̇Ɣ boots..no cookies from ukraine this year..not even i̲̅n̲̅ time f☺r christmas..could I wait it out? I chewed М̣̇Ɣ fingers as I contemplated Τ̲̅ђe dreary months that stretched endlessly ahead..then М̣̇Ɣ insecurities creeped i̲̅n̲̅..

 U̶̲̅ see,it wasn't Τ̲̅ђe first time I had bn made †̥☺ wait f☺r a stretch of time before taking delivery of a jar of exotic cookies I had pre-ordered online..well,by Τ̲̅ђe time М̣̇Ɣ cookies arrived Τ̲̅ђe last time,they had become stale and powdery..tasteless and offering no real comfort †̥☺ a man wt a sweet tooth..and that was Τ̲̅ђe way Τ̲̅ђe cookie crumbled..nw here I was facing a similar ordeal..

Lord knows,I loved those ukranian cookies..but Τ̲̅ђe uncertainty of it all gave no assurrance †̥☺ a man Ø̲п̥ Τ̲̅ђe rebound from disillusionment..once bitten,twice shy..or Ş̲o rumour has it..Ş̲o I chickened out..and cancelled М̣̇Ɣ order..did a straight judas Ø̲п̥ those cookies..was I wrong? F☺r letting М̣̇Ɣ head rule М̣̇Ɣ heart? Did I throw М̣̇Ɣ happiness away? I don't know..I guess time is Τ̲̅ђe only true judge of these things..but sometimes,I sneak back †̥☺ that magazine and gaze upon those cookies..М̣̇Ɣ cookies from Ukraine..and wonder..

To B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ or not †̥☺ B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ Ghetto

(Pls excuse the wordings of this piece..I think i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ ebonics sometimes and luv to translate М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ thots using the same expression..)

Derz a whole lotta tinz dat aint wat dey seem 2 B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣..and peeps get it twisted..ℓi̶̲̥̅ke̶̲̥̅ the whole concept of bn 'ghetto'..I kip tellin folk,bn ghetto aint abt where U̶̲̥̅̊ waz raised or Ђδω much cheddar U̶̲̥̅̊ got..bn po aint got nufin on bn ghetto..ya see..Ghetto į̸̸̨§ a state of mind not a financial condition..I seen rich folk dats straight ghetto and I seen strugglin folk wt more class than Fendi...F̶̲̥̅̊☺я real tho,class aint bought wt money,its a product of good breeding and self-comportment..and I seen rich folk that aint got it..straight up ghetto wt they fine linen and dirty manners..no regard F̶̲̥̅̊☺я another man's dignity..they mad trippin off dat money stack wt no realness i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ em..I seen uptown kids treat people ℓi̶̲̥̅ke̶̲̥̅ dirt..mouths ℓi̶̲̥̅ke̶̲̥̅ garbage cans..spouting foul grammer ℓi̶̲̥̅ke̶̲̥̅ roosters..and I seen po folk wt compassion who treat people nice and respect people's feelinz..a lotta tins aint wat they seem,I tell ya..when it all comes to roost and the fat lady sings,bn Ghetto į̸̸̨§ a mentality..a disposition..a personal character flaw..tho found mostly amongst common folk..and associated wt the grimey and under-privileged..it aint limited to that..and I seen several exceptions to that stereotype..cos U̶̲̥̅̊ see, Ghetto į̸̸̨§ wat U̶̲̥̅̊ are..not where U̶̲̥̅̊ from..nuff said

Confessions of a No-Gooder

I got ur messages..on my mobile phone..and facebook.. U̶̲̥̅̊ say u think about me a great deal..that's an irony of sorts, U know..cos I've seen d pictures of u and him u posted Ø̲n ur wall..U seem so happy..what's the matter,dear? Ur supposed 2 be in luv..(Sigh)..let's B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ real wt ourselves..The truth is I'm no gud 4 u ..never been..never will..

 U̶̲̥̅̊ ask me if I still remember u..of course I do..U were Мy Sunshine..М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ Chinky China Doll..I was the eclipse that shadowed ur sun 4 a season..the erstwhile recipient of ur affections..until u felt a change i̶̲̥̅̊n d weather and decided 2 flow wt the tide..afterall, U were the ocean..and I was the sand..who was I 2 hold U down?..in the springtime of ur life..resplendent in all ur glory..itching 2 explore and enjoy life..me,a late-bloomer..still finding my feet i̶̲̥̅̊n this world..still planting my seeds and watching them grow..no good 2 a high-flier ℓike U ..no good at all..

So run,Ms Chocolate..and don't look back..ur in a better luv,arent U ? Let it consume U..and fill ur consciousness..Dnt spare a thot 4 me..a no-gooder who couldn't live up 2 ur dreams..I'm still i̶̲̥̅̊n my wilderness,though..but I'm loving where I am on the way 2 where I'm goin..and I'm grateful 4 the people whose faith in me inspire me 2 bε a higher me..they validate my existence.. Enjoy ur time under the sun,Мy dear..we won't always be young...life is too short 2 spend on a no-gooder..no,not me..

P.S
 U̶̲̥̅̊ asked me 2 think about U sometime..I'm sorry..that's a promise I can't keep..cos I wud really love †̥☺ fall i̶̲̥̅̊n love again..wt a no-gooder like me..but above it all.. U̶̲̥̅̊ have М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ best wishes..XOXO..

Dear Spring

I heard d echoes of ur comin from a lifetime away..ℓi̶̲̥̅ke̶̲̥̅ the patter of a thousand naked feet..'hello friend', U̶̲̥̅̊ whispered..as U̶̲̥̅̊ tapped on М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ window pane..and I shivered.. i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ anticipation..as I welcomed U̶̲̥̅̊ with open arms..ur the ocean to my shore..u always come back F̶̲̥̅̊☺я me..the runaway lover returns..and į̸̸̨§ received wt mixed feelings..cos U̶̲̥̅̊ embody the sum total of М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ joys and М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ pains..М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ dreams and М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ nightmares..М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ lows and М̣̣̥̇̊Ɣ highs..they always come around i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ springtime..and I wonder..what would it B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ this time?..Raindrops or Teardrops..Companionship or Solitude..Love or Heartbreak..they always come i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ 2s.. i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ the springtime..April just died..it May B̶̲̥̅ε̲̣̣ June's turn i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ July..but i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ the meantime..its springtime..Hello Spring...

The She-Factor

I was on a bus that day..catchin the long ride from badagry to mile 2 when it happened..we pulled up at a bus-stop and as people alighted,I happened to look up from my reading and look through the glass window..our eyes met..and in that fraction of a second..I knew..she was aware..like birds of passage in a mating dance..we had flashed colours and created a picture of possibilties..young black male spots young black female..and they both know the steps to the ageless ritual dance..she knew I was searchin..and I knew she was on the lookout too..no time for pretence or formality..we both knew..then the bus pulls out of the station and breaks off the communion..no time for regrets..no time for apologies..we both look away and confront our reality..me,back to my reading..her,back to her waiting..but she knew..she was aware,all right...