Who owes you? Surely someone is withholding a grand amount of money, land, property or some other such valuables from you? Why else would you be walking around with your mug on mean, thoughts obscene...words to match if you won't be denied something due to you?
Oh Ohhhh, you're angry at the world and pissed off at your parents aggravated with your aunties cause, lil sister ain't sharing, big brothers been out of touch, and even your wife's got you wondering. But I ask you again, who owes you?
Okay, okay, yeah yeah, it's your situation, because you deserve better. Because you shouldn't have to live like this. Alright, I can respect that point of view but is it really whats gong on, on the outside that dictates who you are, and how you feel, or is it whats going on in the inside? And does anybody really owe you anything, or they simply failing to meet your expectations?
What? That too close o home for you to brush it off like dead skin? Food for thought, thought provoking, hopefully opens where your heads been. Boxed off, get your rocks off on, holding a grudge, screwed your love life, lost in the life, to much mean in your mug. Drugs have stole your ambition, left you hoping and wishing for Maybach's and Bugatti's, but there's no food in the kitchen. Ramen noodles and spam, Bun B was on to something. So anything moves your spirit until it's on & jumping? Shots fired, cops, sirens, yellow tape and paramedics, crack, x, dro, meth and it's all copacetic? What about the tombstones and cell blocks, visitation and 'mail call', the other side of the game, what the rappers didn't tell you? I pray I never fail yall, as I shine to bring the truth. And the truth is, You owe somebody...that somebody is YOU.
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April 19, 2013
April 14, 2013
This Christmas
As a people, I think that we've become so servant that we're stupid. We spend so much time looking for reasons that we often miss the event.
In the last few years, I've been hearing more and more people argue and debate what Christmas really is. Some say it's a celebration of the Son God. Some say that it's the winter solstice. Others say it's a Pagan holiday because people are worshiping the fictitious character of Ol' Saint nick and the gift giving process. And the major argument is that "Jesus wasn't even born in the winter, He was born in the spring!"
My question is "Does it even matter?" Sure, I believe in Jesus Christ. I was raised Catholic. but that's not why I love the holidays. I love the holiday season because I came from a large family. We eat, we laugh, we play, we give.....we live. I love the holidays because its a magical dime of year. At no other time do people come together, give so freely, do good for the sake of doing good, wish others well, and actively observe the preserve of love like they during the holiday season.
I was allowed to believe in Santa and I thank my mother for that. Although I now know that my mom was up all night putting bikes together and wrapping presents, back then, I left out milk and cookies, behaved during church, and hoped that Santa could make it down our chimney with out burning himself. There was nothing like waking up Christmas morning full of anticipation and wonder! I thank my mother for not robbing me of that magic that only comes this time of year. Furthermore, I was humbled and moved to compassion by the story of Baby Jesus. So what if His actual date of birth was in the spring? it's the celebration that matters.
This holiday season worry less about the reason if the reason bothers you and just be grateful for the moment. Give, Live and Love
Best Wishes,
Jason
In the last few years, I've been hearing more and more people argue and debate what Christmas really is. Some say it's a celebration of the Son God. Some say that it's the winter solstice. Others say it's a Pagan holiday because people are worshiping the fictitious character of Ol' Saint nick and the gift giving process. And the major argument is that "Jesus wasn't even born in the winter, He was born in the spring!"
My question is "Does it even matter?" Sure, I believe in Jesus Christ. I was raised Catholic. but that's not why I love the holidays. I love the holiday season because I came from a large family. We eat, we laugh, we play, we give.....we live. I love the holidays because its a magical dime of year. At no other time do people come together, give so freely, do good for the sake of doing good, wish others well, and actively observe the preserve of love like they during the holiday season.
I was allowed to believe in Santa and I thank my mother for that. Although I now know that my mom was up all night putting bikes together and wrapping presents, back then, I left out milk and cookies, behaved during church, and hoped that Santa could make it down our chimney with out burning himself. There was nothing like waking up Christmas morning full of anticipation and wonder! I thank my mother for not robbing me of that magic that only comes this time of year. Furthermore, I was humbled and moved to compassion by the story of Baby Jesus. So what if His actual date of birth was in the spring? it's the celebration that matters.
This holiday season worry less about the reason if the reason bothers you and just be grateful for the moment. Give, Live and Love
Best Wishes,
Jason
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