WHEN YOU TOOK THE PLACE OF MY TEARS, FATHER

WHEN WE HE TRULY IS, THE REALEST WE’LL EVER KNOW

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[Sevin]
Can I let my heart cry out?
Won’t let this flame die out

[Verse 1: Sevin]
Yeah
They really ain’t got no choice
I’m gonna make ‘em feel my heart the way that I empty mine
But an empty heart just leaves an empty mind, so send a sign
Coulda sparked, but the hood has darkened my attempts to shine
I bear the world with an injured spine, my strength declined
Yeah
Cause I need less of me and more of You
You are infinite, You’re the interest of my mortal view
You’re in control, and You implement my morals too
And You command that I recognize the only Lord is You
True
But is that too much to ask for being God Supreme
Two choices, casket full of cash, or a Sovereign King?
We are such prideful beings, we hit the stage, the crowd’ll scream
But they won’t cheer for the One that engineered everything their eyes have seen?
Dang
How we get so far from light?
You’re the face of truth, so they refute the martyred Christ?
I have realized that in Him is where real lies
If God so loved the world, no wonder Jesus cried

[Hook]
Yeah, You’re the realest one that I know
Feel free to take my life, Lord, I just feel it’s something I owe
Yeah, You’re the only one that I serve
And I swear I’ll preach Your Word until they throw me under my curve
Yeah, you’re the realest One that I know
Feel free to take my life, Lord, I just feel it’s something I owe
Yeah, you’re the only one that I serve
And I swear I’ll preach Your Word until they throw me under my curve

[Verse 2: Sevin]
Never did it for the fetty, nah, never did it for the fame
Never forsaken the fellowship with a brother and nothin realer than when we comin together in his name
Kill it
If it ain’t real, I don’t feel it – Novocaine
They say that my name shoulda been sport, and I musta been born on the court in gym shorts because i got so much game
But you know the name
Yeshua, the Blessed Christ
Line of Judah, Sovereign Ruler, nigga Hallelujah, he the Breath of Life!
The S-O-N of Man, came and He died for the remission of sins
So Mary don’t cry, Mary don’t cry
In the twinkle of an eye we gonna be risen again
So keep your eyes just peeled to the sky, no fear
If we die we gon meet up in the end
Submerged in that living water, I be swimming harder than a cheetah with a fin (ah ah ah)
Yo, God gave me the keys to the door
Boy, when I testifying in the west I slide like skis in the snow

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eric C. Tha Tempa Tantrum]
And at my worst I’m gonna praise Jehovah
Looking up at the face of vultures
They be perched on the cross that I drag cause it breaks my shoulder blades
The pain brings me closer to you
Every time I take a hold of You, Father, You take me over
They wanna kill me cause I tell ‘em You really make it rain
We live in similar days to Noah
But, now I be kicking it with my Father somewhere over the rainbow whenever You say it’s over
You think You’re feelin me, shoulda got rid of me, but Lord You’re getting me feeling You are The Way deep in the pit of me and now I’m in love with Your Holy Spirit that You let live in me
You waiting for the day when You finally appear to me
I’m in the front row waiting for the curtain to open
And when the bands all playing tell em “send up the horn section” cause I’m ready for that trumpet to blow!
And when You stand on stage for the second time I’ma go crazy
Wanna give it your stance fo sho
He let the body open up for the Father to get the crowd hyped
And now He ready to headline the show
Somebody let ‘em know the Champ is here
The devil prolly be reliving him on the cross when Christ return
Jump in the box at the top of the rope
1,2,3, pin, death defeated, it was a massacre
Yeah
And He’s still the Champion of the World, baby (He’s the greatest One that I know)
Can’t nobody compare too, and illuminati gonna be bowed down to His throne
Yeah
You the only One that I fear, and I thank you for the blood, that be dripping off of the cross, cause He took the place of my tears

GREATEST FEAR: FATHER FORGIVE ME LYRICS

SONG WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY SEVIN OF HOGMOB MINISTRIES

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Uh huh

Sometimes I wonder,

What more do I gotta do,

I’ve been pouring my heart out for years,

You know?

This is my greatest fear,

Yeah, yeah

Some say I’m sick, coz of what my dreams depict in the midst of death,

I hear the screams from hollow tips on the pistol’s breath,

banana clips in the triple vest, brethren no lovin’ in the ghetto,

it’s governed by zips and the crystal meth,

niggaz will put one in your brain just to get respect an’

please believe that when you slain is when you gettin’ left

I’ve seen raindrops drippin’ from dead carcasses,

and stray shots spittin’ ain’ trippin’ off who the target is,

we ain’ grew up like the partridges,

I watched my partners sniff lines of coke off the shine of nine cartridges,

the only good days are the ones that liquor’s out there,

I take a sip for my niggaz and pray that they get through the Gates,

I became popular from them weak niggaz poppin’ at me,

they think that I was choppin’ a key,

but no, I’m just humpin’ CDs,

I watched Dre get a deal then I feel,

“Nigga I’m just as nice”,

I pray I get a meal before I’m killed,

Nigga this is life

(hook)

They said one day would come, but it’s been so long,

[Verse 2: still grindin’ nigga]

so many tears to cry, and yet just one song,

[somebody help me]

[Verse 2: from the underground]

and if I die today, would they even care?

if I left this place without a trace that I was here

(Verse 2)

Uh,

all I got is my heat an’ my art, my heart, my balls dawg an’ my religion,

reality’s depressin’, got me thinkin’ ’bout my odds of livin’,

coz I see that they slim to none,

nicotine in my lungs,

mixing gin with rum,

until I vomit up lyrics to wet portraits,

that can captivate caskets and resurrect corpses,

then maybe I can see my brother again,

I’m tryna be righteous but that will only let me revel in sin,

[Lord I need you, I need you yeah]

I serve God but the evil one is governin’ them,

what’s the use of keepin’ it raw if they in love with the trade?

they don’t feel me, if I catch these years from another case,

which one o’ y’all gon’ wipe the tears from my mother’s face?

[who’s gonna do it?]

so quite boxin’ to south dawg, let it shine!

respect the grind, maybe you made it,

but the rest is done,

this is for my niggaz that tried even though they paid the cost,

and every rapper that died,

long before they met the Source.

[hook]

I spit off full dues and the produce capture this song,

hopefully the vocals will last after I’m gone,

will my image diminish before I’m finished at the end of my race

and they takin’ the bullets out of the ends an’ into my face?

when you cry, because you neglected this young man

an equal chance, an opportunity when you coulda seen me advance,

even as I’m writin’ I’m enlightened that the hour’s past,

damn, man

more sand just drained from my hourglass,

I pray daily they aid me when I’m seekin’ a deal,

and I’m keepin’ it real when I’m saying I sleep with my steel,

I write for hours preparing to perfect the technique in my skill,

do I got to put heat in my grill to show you what deeply I feel?

failure’s a sea, and I’m stuck in it’s wake drowning,

with the thought I won’t make it,

for God’s sake, it’s my eighth album!

Father forgive me, I’m tryna fulfill purpose,

I’ma feel worthless until my skill surface.

[hook]

HOOD THEOLOGY: DOES HEAVEN HAVE A GHETTO?

UNDERSTANDING PAIN AND RELATING WITH THOSE SUFFERING

“Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t looking
What’s going on in the kitchen, but I don’t know what’s cooking
They say I’ve got to learn but nobody’s here to teach me
If they can’t understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can’t
I guess they won’t
I guess they front
That’s why I know my life is out of luck fool”

-Coolio ‘Gansters’ Paradise’

“All I got is my heat and my art, my heart, my balls dawg and my religion,

reality’s stressing, got me thinking about my odds of living, coz I can see that it’s slim to none

Nicotine in my lungs, mixing gin and rum,

Until I vomit up lyrics to wet portraits that can captivate caskets and resurrect corpses,

then maybe I can see my brother again,

I’m tryna be righteous but that’ll only let me rebel in sin”

-Sevin ‘Greatest Fear’

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The songs many of us 90’s kids grew up listening too are by far among the best ever. Not only do I feel that I should point this out but I should also use it as a background for this particular post today. As you can guess, I am a proud 90s baby. Those of you born in the 90s might relate with me on this one as I feel that we are a special breed judging by the ripples being made by our peers in various spheres of life across the globe.

What’s amazing about this is the fact that not many artists who were in the prime of their youth got to live quite as well. Some examples include 2-Pac, Aaliyah, Biggie…just to name a few. Their deaths stunned the world as it made the world see what potential in young and upcoming artistes could do to a whole generation. As someone once said, “he who can understand music, can understand a generation”. That’s the point being made here.

Coolio got it right as I pointed out above; that because society didn’t care, those living in already-terrible situations, truly didn’t have a way out of their misery due to societal neglect. I say society because I tend to agree with Dr Martin Luther King Jr’s quip, “the church is neither the master nor the slave of the state, but rather its conscience”. This matter is greatly seen in how little influence the church has had since those who want out never got it. It is in fact so great that Tupac/2 Pac once said “I wonder if heaven has a ghetto”.

How far away can the church truly be from giving hope? This is indeed disturbing. I’m pretty sure that I am not the only one who’s noticed this, many of you have: Whether you have beenlet down by the church/christianity, or are new to the faith…or even a long-time believer, you may agree with me here. Especially when I take Gandhi’s side and say, “I love the Jesus that I read about in the Bible, but I am no big fan of his followers today”.

How sad is it, that someone writing Gospel rap during this period of the 90s could say that all he could do is wait till his pain rolled over before he could ever speak life to others [i.e Sevin]. In as much as many would judge him, I feel that he still had a point. Behind the scenes, many of the celebrities struggled with so many things, be it sex, drugs or alcohol. These people were ‘alive’ on stage but dying on the inside.

What’s worse is that, in my opinion, we have elevated superficiality over reality that we are slowly but surely forgetting what we are. We are human. We are not perfect, but not many are standing up to show us otherwise; we are weak and poor, but how many are vocal enough to show us that there is more to who we are than what we are being fed on by the media? These are but some of my concerns for the rest of the human race. These concerns are getting worse as the church continues to remain silent.

Very soon, if we as a people in this world continue this way, nothing but gloom awaits us. We will continue to kill ourselves, commit attrocities in the name of ideologies/philosophies, we will build walls around ourselves because we cannot love someone from another ethnicity, we will drown in drugs, sex, alcohol…and worst of all superficiality.

I know I have talked a lot about the 90s as a child of the 90s but the 2000s are a period of greater concern; when a young man’s ambition is to have “broads, a black x6 among other things” not others welfare, i.e the betterment of the world, we are in trouble. The 2000s are the realization of Coolio’s concern, that goes something like this, “They say I’ve got to learn but nobody’s here to teach me, if they can’t understand it, how can they reach me, I guess they can’t, I guess they won’t, I guess they front, that’s why I know my life is out of luck fool”.

In this the church truly has no excuse, called to imitate Christ; it truly is a difficult calling, but with far reaching results. I am reminded of one story of St Francis of Assisi who stopped an invasion through sacrificing himself to show Christ’s love to an ambitious general. Just as I am reminded that enmity has become ‘leverage’ for selfish political ambition. What irony exists, but a church that speaks will be able to converse with the theologians on the streets who are seeking hope.

Will the church listen?

Y.O.L.O.: HOGMOB STYLE

YANKED OUT OF LUCIFER’S OPPRESSION: YOLO BE REAL YO’

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Hey guys, as you’ve probably noticed, I am on a roll with sharing what I enjoy…really good music with an awesome message. Guys, I can almost feel myself melt with excitement sharing this post with you. As you can tell I can barely keep my pants on with this one, I love HOGMOB (Hook’d On God, Ministry Over Bizness). If you notice any spelling errors, they are not my own, they actually are how the words are spelled. Sevin, a half African American, half German man is one of the people responsible for the formation of this group.

Sevin and the HOGMOB group make some of the best tracks that I have ever heard. What’s more impressive is the degree of growth they have demonstrated over the years. For those of you out there who are familiar with the 116/Unashamed Movement, are aware that this year, Lecrae Moore has written a book chronicling his life journey. Sevin and HOGMOB have done this very thing but through their music. Take for instance the redefinition of YOLO: Yanked Out of Lucifer’s Oppression, which is then described as the true acronym is portrayed in the song as being the true testimony of the MOBer.

Here we go;

Uh
God Over Money
HOG MOB
For real
Huh Sevin
Datin
YOLO the real one

[Verse 1: Sevin]
It’s Christ above everything and in this ring every swing is a bolo
Because Jesus got me more creased up than a cholo
So bro do not play me homo
By His blessin’ I was Yanked Outta Lucifer’s Oppression
That’s my YOLO
Used to take a zip on the trip all by my dolo
Til they wonder how I’m making a band by going solo
Where I’m from even though the powder is white they call it cocoa
But if you outta bounds they get on your head just like a go pro
Used to clap and squeeze out the stolo
I’m thankful for salvation
If I was Japanese I’d tell ‘em domo
I was coming to America first to let my oats grow
Even though I put that semi to work He made my soul glow
I’m from sinner’s town where daily the foal blow
And I been around more K-Ci than Jojo
About the Father business hang with us you cannot stand around no mo’
You are not in Kansas now Toto

[Hook: Datin and Sevin]
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright

[Verse 2: Datin]
Yo Sev
I heard em say when Datin spits
He blacks out like when the breaker trips
Snappin like the paparazzi’s cameras when they taking flicks
But I liked him more when he was rapping on that gangster tip
Not rapping bout these ancient scripts or Christ cuz that just makes ‘em sick
They would rather hear me viciously rip emcees
Planting these kids with seeds of death that infect like a sick disease
They must of missed the memo
The new meaning of triple D
Is dat Datin is dead it is over for him he’s history
So I was a slave in lucifer’s oppression
Hanging from a noose in his possession
Until Yeshua revealed His truth and cut me loose from his deception
It’s a life I didn’t choose this was predestined
The Father opened my eyes
So bye bye He has cut all of my ties
And saved me from the fall like a parachute in a sky dive
Til I die God has linked me up with these five guys
GOM and our connection’s stronger than your Wi-Fi

[Hook: Datin and Sevin]
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright

[Verse 3: Sevin]
Yuh
We kingdom building children so we stack it like a Lego
Jehovah is the captain I get it crackin’ if He say so
But it’s active where I’m at boy they’ll cap you like a payroll
They spiritually dead I guess I’m passing out some halos
Get ya lassos hog tying they souls
Streets of the forsaken on Daytons boy I be skating like the lake froze
Beefin’ is for certain cook my burger with some queso
Murk the wicked serpent we ain’t worshipping his pesos
Yeah life’s tough I like it rough just like a sadomasochist
No pacifist I’m blasting at the Pharaoh
When I used to get keyed I had to get the mako
Put on the mind of Christ now I’m matching wits with Play-Doh
H-O-G-M-O-B homie this the take oh
Blurring the occurrences currently in your facial
I’ll pray for the day mane I can’t wait for him to suffer
Yeah I’m hateful
Cuz Satan is a sucka
Like fellatio

[Hook: Datin and Sevin]
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright