hip hop junkie

Dear Lord,

I'm a hip hop junkie
and all it sells
please don't let their words
send me to hell
because
their lives are not my reality
they are
strictly entertainment to me
but my pastor says
their music is
blasphemy

But I can't lie
I like how the beat
makes me move my
back side
and I
envy the sexiness of her thighs
and I
like how they dress up and get fly
and i wouldn't mind
one day
ridin' one those rides

but

Dear Lord
my kids like the same songs
and they sometimes sing along
but I don't want to go to hell
for the stories hip hop tell
or the sex it sells
but
I'm a hip hop junkie
and all it sells
please don't let their words
send me to hell


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This sinner's prayer

LORD,
I'm just a sinner, please spare my soul

Please help me to go to the place where the streets are gold
And tears no longer flow

Please fill me with all the pleasures your love and grace brings
and rid me of my love for all the worldly things

The Gucci, the Prada, and the Grey Goose Vodka

Take the pearls, my girls
and anything else that makes my head swirl

Talke it all and leave me with only you
Lord I'm asking you to make me brand new

Jesus, I'm sin-sick,
but I know you can heal me
when its you I pick
and dear LORD, its you
I pick.