Rapture (The Prodical Son) By Tachelle Wilkes

Greeting all
I pray this reaches you all in great health and spirit.
My homegirl Tachelle Wilkes
is working on a book and allow me to post this excerpt to share with all of you
holla back and let us know what you think.
Stay Blessed
Stay Prayed Up
-AJ Woodson

RECLAIM THE POWER OF WORDS

Genesis 1:3 And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

1:5 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.
And the evening and the morning were the first day.

1:24 And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind, cattle, and creeping thing, and beast of the earth after his kind and it was so.


Rapture (The Prodigal Son)

When hip-hop was born
Who knew that the rapture would soon come
Ghetto street blues songs
Were changed into joyful hymns
For those who prayed for a way out
Remember the ups
Never forget the downs
As Black Moses parted the Red Sea
Hip-hop rhymes kept our time
Abandoned buildings laced with graffiti paints
Broken crack vials that crushed broken dreams
B–Boys bouncing to B-beats
Alcoholic griots hanging on streets
Little girls playing double dutch
And lil boys hiding and seeking
For their futures
But now like the prodigal son
You are lost son
Reaping jewels worth more then the words u speak
U rappers are weak
Minded,
Treat daughters of Zion like whores.
Ones who will birth next generations
Our legacy U sell your souls to get a piece of the pie
Poison the minds of our youth with ur rhymes
And the cycle goes on
Hip-hop belonged to the streets
It was bred on the streets
Grown on the streets
And It’s obvious you’ve lost your roots on your way up
So here’s a pick to put the kinks back in ya soul check urself
Before U get caught up cause angels are mounting up on their chariots
Lining up
Bout to intervene in this whole hip hop thing
Some realness is about to go down
So don’t sleep on the Creator
God took Pac and came back for Biggie
You can’t hide
You can’t run from yourself
The universe pays us back for what we owe
The DJ is spinning the last song
The DJ is spinning the last song
Remember the eye of the storm is watching
Message sent…

By Tachelle Wilkes