2nd Letter to Layla Khepri

You have a flow,
but you spit the same thing.
Life isn't about paper stacks,
your gold leaves a green ring.
You've got the game confused...
You don't know what you rep.
You're growing backwards.
This isn't an evolutionary step,
it's a mutation that is killing the scene.
I'm not trying to be mean,
this is more of a lament.
You're throwing a precious gift away,
misusing your talent.

My Transformation

LORD thank You for coming into my life,
even though times get tough,
I look up and I'm basking in Your light,
even in my weakness you carried me through the strife,
and that's why I strive to live my life-
to glorify you in everything I do.
Even when I didn't follow after You,
You kept knocking,
convicting,
You still pursued,
You stuck to me like glue,
and I knew-
there was nothing that I could do-
to save myself, in the end it's You-
that will make all things new,
Father make me new.

And these folks see me different,
my compassion seems odd,
but I think it's because they're not seeing me,
but seeing reflections of my God,
honestly,
it makes me want to sob-
that cruelty is expected,
still an invaluable life,
but low-income,
disrespected,
they're hopeless in this world,
Spirit disconnected,
but I feel elected-
to tell 'em that they've been selected,
by a beautiful Sacrifice that was equally rejected.
Selah!

The Life of a Candle

I'll just burn for you silently,
a single candle in the wind,
longing to be joined by another,
waiting for this loneliness to end,

but as time passes,
my life grows short,
a flicker,
signalling the arrival of Charon to port,

I'll continue to reach for the heavens,
as I come closer to my grave,
drowning in my tears of wax,
remembering the warmth I once gave.