I hope you guys enjoyed the poem, Heaven Sent and Hell Proof, I wrote and posted that yesterday. Sometimes it helps to get emotions out through writing and poetry. Actually, 🤣more than sometimes.
So, I was thinking about this today. I stopped listening to music for a long time, maybe like six years. I just fell off the music scene, and it’s not because I had anything against the music today. As far as hip hop goes, I feel like the whole scene changed so quickly. One day it was Dip Set, and older rappers who were around when I was a teenager still doing their thing, to people I never heard of.
None of it was sounding right, and it probably had more to do with what was going on in my life personally, but recently, at 42, I just woke up to this personal truth.
I was using music. I was using music because my favorite artists were picking me up and making me feel better. There’s nothing wrong with that, and that’s what 99% of us do.
Looking back at myself and the hole I was in during those music-less years, I realized how someone could easily bring me down by putting down the music that picked me up. That kind of makes sense doesn’t it?
I realized the majority of us use music because I noticed people getting into these stupid disagreements and arguments, and they would say things like:
“That’s my song!” and the other person would respond, “No, that’s my song!”
And then all of a sudden, they would start having this song and dance battle to prove who cared more about the song.
That’s when I realized, I had to come up on my own first, and then bring the music up. This is about maturation and self-realization; becoming a strong individual at the foundational level.
Here’s another thing, and a lot of people might not agree with this but…
I was a humongous football fan because I ❤ football. I grew up playing it and watching it. The first twenty-three years of my life were dedicated to the sport of football. I played 4 years in pop warner, 4 in high school, and 4 in college. I also played in a senior all-star game in the Dallas-Fort Worth area.
When I was in my mid-twenties, I was still a fan, and I just bought a new Ben Roethlisberger jersey. I was a Giants fan, but I like the number 7, anyway someone said to me.
How could you wear that jersey? What’s wrong with it I asked. They said, “You’re walking around with another man’s name on your back.”
Think about that. I did, and after a while it made a lot of sense. Nothing against football or Ben Roethlisberger, but I’m a man too in my own right.
You see, these are all things we need to hear if we’re going to wake up out of the programming and get ourselves on that road to self-empowerment.
How are you ever going to discover your own God-given power when you’re worshipping and rooting for everyone else who found theirs?
We all have a power, we need to discover it, and step into it.
It’s culturally acceptable to put your head down and go to work Monday through Friday, because when the weekend comes, we get put our jerseys on and root for the real heroes.
Again, nothing against football, or Ben. All children need role models and successful adults to look up to, but at some point, a kid becomes a man, and that man wants to be treated and respected as a man.
Stop giving your power away.
That’s my last name in Old English. LAMANNA