I know you’re sayin’, “Lupe rappin ‘bout the same shit” Well, that’s ‘cause ain’t shit changed, bitch And please don’t excuse my language Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent The true expression of my anguish And by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalled I’m ashamed, bitch
ITAL [Roses] - Lupe Fiasco
Lupe is by far one of my favorite rappers. I love that his words hold weight and meaning and that he uses his celebrity as a soapbox to share about his personal convictions. There are so many things that I absolutely agree with him about. We have every reason to be ashamed of our government and the people in our society. The rampant negligence America has normalized is absolutely unacceptable. Corporations should not hold the amount of power they do, voting habits should not be dictated sharp political lines and biased issue ads, the illusion of freedom and economic movement should not be dangled over the heads of the poor. It’s shameful that we so easily become slaves to political rhetoric, consuming media as we please, picking and choosing what parts we do and don’t like. We, as a society, need to be informed if we are gong to change the world. Information is the first step towards action.
This may just be my vantage point, but there are so many people, Christians especially, who lack political literacy. We know abortions kill babies and homosexuality is a sin and we should vote for the right because they’re “conservative,” but that doesn’t count as being informed (I have a lot more to say about this but that could take a while)! So often we can be so focused on church and discipleship and other things that we think the things of this world aren’t as important. Now, this is not to discount these sweet fellowships, but they should not take away from our ability to be culturally and socially informed. Placing ourselves in a bubble does not count as being “in the world.” There is a big picture that we cannot ignore, otherwise we are at the mercy of the big guys upstairs - and I’m not talking about the Lord.
I don’t agree with everything Lupe says and I don’t understand everything he says (simply because my knowledge of black culture is not up to snuff), but there are so many poignant rhymes that remind me that I need to be active and let my voice be heard. ”If you don’t become an actor you’ll never be a factor.”
Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death. See what this godly sorrow has produced in you: what earnestness, what eagerness to clear yourselves, what indignation, what alarm, what longing, what concern,what readiness to see justice done. At every point you have proved yourselves to be innocent in this matter.
2 Corinthians 7:10-11
What a beautiful reminder this is. We will always encounter trials; we will always be faced with pain; we will never escape sorrows. But the way we handle those trials is important. Sometimes I catch myself wallowing in sadness, embracing the feeling because, for some some reason some reason that I cannot fully comprehend, I enjoy it. Being deeply emotional is an interesting feeling for me, because it always comes with a deep sense of longing, a need for something greater. That longing, as Paul notes, should lead to Christ, towards salvation and sanctification. Still, I often find myself directing my pains and longings towards secondary things: healed relationships, a better sense of direction, an easier situation. These are not bad things to want, but my intentions are often selfish, and my sorrows based upon self-interest. Rather, my sorrows should bring me to repentance; they should be focused upon Christ and the joy that He brings in spite of the pain I feel.
In times of pain and sadness, may I seek to have Godly sorrow, turning to Him rather than to myself.
Pessimism and cynicism, I have found, are too easy. Even lazy. The world is the way it is because everyone has accepted the way it is, or worse. Optimism doesn’t see how we are, but who we could be. I want eyes that see this far. Can’t go down without a fight. I want fists that go swinging hard.
Now it’s two o’clock, the club is closed we’re up the block Your hands on me I’m pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn’t care to know Who else may have been you before
Bright Eyes - Lover I Don’t Have to Love
This has been one of my favorite songs for a long time. It’s not encouraging and it’s not uplifting and it’s nothing happy. Instead, it displays profound sadness. It shows lack of meaning, lack of longing, lack of purpose. Despondency. I think I like this it because, in my own head, the song could be about me. I could be this lost and restless soul; often times I am. It’s a reminder of just how lost I am sometimes, how lost we all are. Sometimes I don’t want to deal with my problems and I just want to hide or I just want to be selfish. I’m desperate to engage in sin because it requires no effort, sanctification be damned; it’s easy; it’s second nature. Sometimes I just want a lover I don’t have to love…