Unfinished Works

May 2020  I try writing and nothing comes out. What was once a loud, rushing white river rapids had now dried to a dusty road of what once was. Cracks had formed in the brown ground, evidence of life that once was. Have I limited myself to one writing style when I could be writing something else? Stories, themes, and sermons swirled in my mind together creating a mesh of an overwhelming overload of creativity. I put my lyric pen down and picked up my story pencil. I create my own blog and begin to preach sermons at my church. Was songwriting over with or comatose with no end date for recovery? In what once was a devastating fear got converted to faith as I painfully tore off the behemoth growth of music but wrapped the wound quickly as to deter the infection of further writer’s block as I kept writing in new styles, ironically this time not just as a rapper.  July 4, 2010  My friend David was a Christian but also a freestyle rapper. He seemed so cool and super talented as...

I hear a song by a rapper named Deezer D. The track definitely had an urban feel and its smoothness reminded me of pitch-black nights with dimly lit streetlights and tall skyscrapers. My parents wouldn’t let me listen to any artists that weren't Christian, but this was the first Christian artist I heard who was a rapper . I still remember the chorus to his song, ‘Come Back,’ “When you have a setback, don’t take a step back, get ready for a comeback.” I’m only a child so I hadn’t had any hard times yet that I knew of, but I still appreciated his positivity.   I’m 10 years old and heard that a new rapper was around who was getting pretty popular . His name was Eminem and to my surprise he was white! I didn’t even know white rappers was a thing. His name also stood out to me cause I only knew it as the crunchy, chocolatey candy I got on Halloween. I joked around with some friends who played him on their gray cassette tapes and matching headsets with the foam missing on the...