I will gladly lay down my life to become what you want me to become.
Though no joy may follow this instant, knowing You is more than enough for me
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Collab: ReClaim, Part 8
[GrasDeo]
‘ey, yo. I’m
lying down in my room,
Probably ‘cuz I ate
a big batch of ‘shroom.
‘ey man, I just
wanna dream,
but the cold
society simply cuts like laser beam
난 지금 너무 졸려, 무한한 책임에 난 너무 쫄려
세상의 유혹에 난 다시 홀려, 내 정신이 완전 팔려
[ReClaim]
Yo I’m lying down
in my bed, its two thirty five
Give me a high
five from across the world
We don’t need to
be physically next to each other,
‘cuz we close like
that, we spiritual brothers
Like Johanthan
and David, ye
[GrasDeo]
This is freestylin’.
I ain’t even thinking right now.
오늘 왠일로 은택이가 랩을 해주네
오늘은 무슨 일로 흘러 나오네
새벽 두시반에 깨어 있어서 정신을 놓아버렸네
Oh 그는 잠도 잘 안오는 우울한 맨, blues brother, ye
‘ey yo Imma keep
this flow going
‘cuz you just too
slow going yeah.
난 다시 달려 너무 후달려
I’m locked up in
this kingdom called boredom
My bro of flow I’mma
go get that dough
‘cuz I wanna be
filthy rich for the Lord
[ReClaim]
Yo 학교에서 할게 너무나도 많아
히브리어,
Spiritual Formation, New Testament
그리고 주일과 금요일, 토요일마다 사역.
할게 너무 많아서 바빠 죽겠어, 몸은 하나
바빠도 There’s
always room for procrastination in this nation.
Yeah I bring
segregation to my own self,
and the lump in
my brain, Schizophrenic.
Yeah I don’t even
know what I’m saying
시간이 너무 늦었어. 이젠 좀 자야겠어 yeah
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Sixty
My dad is now 60 years old in Korean age. He still has nearly two years before he becomes actually 60 in the American sense as he was born in December (if you don't understand what I'm talking about, you probably are not Korean enough :P). My mom is fast approaching that age as well, while I'm looking to be 30 in upcoming years.
My father had never talked about money with us brothers. Recently in the past couple of years, however, he has made us increasingly aware of the financial status of the family. My dad has about 6 years left of work before he has to retire. He says that he will find another job for several more years, but he has given my brother I some responsibility, some "burden" to support the parents.
I actually don't mind at all. I actually feel it is necessary for me to support my parents as they grow older, but I too have started to become aware of money. I had never thought about money seriously. I never thought I had plenty, but I was never in need. Somehow, I managed to mesh that up with my "faith" and started to believe that I would never need to worry about it at all, because God would "provide."
Of course God will provide, but that doesn't give me the luxury and comfort of doing whatever I want. Yes, a part of me wishes for lots of money, maybe even perhaps meet someone with lots of money, but I know that deep down inside, money and luxury itself is not why I started to think about it.
I guess the biggest problem circles right back to my parents growing older. I had witnessed my grandfather pretty wither away in the hospital bed. He was nearly immobile for the last months of his life, and I can honestly say that I still try to avoid thinking about the whole experience. Somewhere in my mind, I started to intertwine that with my parents. I guess I'm sorely afraid that my parents will go through the same issue.
Every time I head home, I see that my parents have gotten a bit older since the last time I saw them. I see them with new back pains and fevers. I see them with atrophied muscles and thicker wrinkles. I see them wasting away, and I hurts my heart to see it all.
I am afraid that I may not be able to provide for them when they are in need. I am afraid that I may not be there when they need me. I am afraid that I will lose them soon.
My father had never talked about money with us brothers. Recently in the past couple of years, however, he has made us increasingly aware of the financial status of the family. My dad has about 6 years left of work before he has to retire. He says that he will find another job for several more years, but he has given my brother I some responsibility, some "burden" to support the parents.
I actually don't mind at all. I actually feel it is necessary for me to support my parents as they grow older, but I too have started to become aware of money. I had never thought about money seriously. I never thought I had plenty, but I was never in need. Somehow, I managed to mesh that up with my "faith" and started to believe that I would never need to worry about it at all, because God would "provide."
Of course God will provide, but that doesn't give me the luxury and comfort of doing whatever I want. Yes, a part of me wishes for lots of money, maybe even perhaps meet someone with lots of money, but I know that deep down inside, money and luxury itself is not why I started to think about it.
I guess the biggest problem circles right back to my parents growing older. I had witnessed my grandfather pretty wither away in the hospital bed. He was nearly immobile for the last months of his life, and I can honestly say that I still try to avoid thinking about the whole experience. Somewhere in my mind, I started to intertwine that with my parents. I guess I'm sorely afraid that my parents will go through the same issue.
Every time I head home, I see that my parents have gotten a bit older since the last time I saw them. I see them with new back pains and fevers. I see them with atrophied muscles and thicker wrinkles. I see them wasting away, and I hurts my heart to see it all.
I am afraid that I may not be able to provide for them when they are in need. I am afraid that I may not be there when they need me. I am afraid that I will lose them soon.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Life Choices
'ey yo, I think about my life choices, the voices
All the nice houses and Rolls Royces
I long to be famous,
riding high on that broomstick, nimbus
Constantly runnin' and, shotgunnin' and
At some point i stop and ask,
"what was my task?"
I take a sip from the flask of life,
taking off my mask
I get down beside the crown,
the crown of thorns, as I cut off my horns,
saying Immanuel, God with us
All the nice houses and Rolls Royces
I long to be famous,
riding high on that broomstick, nimbus
Constantly runnin' and, shotgunnin' and
At some point i stop and ask,
"what was my task?"
I take a sip from the flask of life,
taking off my mask
I get down beside the crown,
the crown of thorns, as I cut off my horns,
saying Immanuel, God with us
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Sung to "You are My All in All"
What is it I wanna say?
That my passion is a long gone day.
That i am losing track, stepping back,
losing all that I once had.
Maybe you're no longer my number one agenda,
hoping it doesn't fade like another propaganda.
Still, all my memories slide and point.
Screw the place or time. Here's what I'll say
That my passion is a long gone day.
That i am losing track, stepping back,
losing all that I once had.
Maybe you're no longer my number one agenda,
hoping it doesn't fade like another propaganda.
Still, all my memories slide and point.
Screw the place or time. Here's what I'll say
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Collab: ReClaim, Part 7
[GrasDeo]
Seoul's soulful,
ghouls in every corner
holes in hearts,
waiting to be filled
with bowls full of money rolls
[ReClaim]
Money rolls, cars roll.
We all hustle and are too busy with the lawls.
Where‘s Mr. Nice guy‘s genuine smile,
Mrs. Laundry‘s slow cook mile
and the kid‘s old school style?
Seoul's soulful,
ghouls in every corner
holes in hearts,
waiting to be filled
with bowls full of money rolls
[ReClaim]
Money rolls, cars roll.
We all hustle and are too busy with the lawls.
Where‘s Mr. Nice guy‘s genuine smile,
Mrs. Laundry‘s slow cook mile
and the kid‘s old school style?
Friday, February 13, 2015
Time to Shine
I know you may
think poetry is out of touch
And that Hip to the hop
is where it’s at
But there’s a
reason why I write so much
So take a listen
to my latest skat
You may think that I
got no flow
And that I’m just
another shade of gray
But here’s the
deal, it's the reason I glow
I find my own
passion, my own way
I find joy in
what I do ‘cuz I define my
own cool
I’m not gonna be just another Dr. Seuss Who
So quit trying to
get me off my stool
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