I converted to what some (re: my mama and ‘nem) would call heathenism years ago. It’s not that I don’t believe in God. It’s ya’ll’s asses I question. I’m gonna avoid a sermon, but I do my research so when it comes to distortions of text, hypocrisies of those that do so and other little instances that tick me off, game peeps game. Well…
Yet I’m not agnostic or atheist. Quite the contrary…I believe. For example, last night as I ran through a spiffy neighborhood listening to Crime Mob I looked at the houses and thought to myself, “One day I’ll be rocking my hips (then wave and sip) in front of these homes and the police won’t be able to arrest me because my name will be on the deed.”
And then as I ran on a main street and looked at the beautiful California sunset for one reason or another I could feel God. There has to be some force behind something so incredibly beautiful. Then I came home and discovered there was a screwed and chopped version of one of my favorite new songs, “God In Me.”
I had heard of this song months ago. I honestly couldn’t make out what they were saying initially. Forgive me if this is birdish, but I usually dance to a beat before I sit down and listen to the lyrics. Once I finally did pay attention to the lyrics, I wasn’t mad at them.
Now that someone has screwed the song I am officially in love. If ya’ll didn’t know before I am from Houston and I love screw. I don’t tolerate shade to screw ‘neefa. I like any and everything screwed. They could screw elevator music and I would probably go off before I reach the fourth floor. In a perfect world, the corny music they play when you’re placed on hold would be screwed, too.
So when you have a song like “God In Me” – which already knocks – it only goes harder when it’s given that H-Town treatment.
Is it wrong to say a gospel song is my shit?
After I did the aforementioned jig to “God In Me” I had to pause (no, not like that…stop it) and ask myself did I just secure a business class ticket to hell? People seem to really get caught in arms when the pro-Jesus jiggable tracks come out.
I have to be honest: I’ve never been a fan of the more contemporary gospel music. They’re usually like adult versions of Kid Bopz songs to me. The Frito Lay of music. That’s why I usually prefer my gospel songs sounding like they came from an era where I’d be washing massa’s dishes in the fall and winter and cutting his grass in the summer. But when gospel artists get going modern right, whew, they really get it right.
I can somewhat understand why some take issue with the song. When I told my friend, Brittany, that I love this song she told me that they played it during a Happy Hour she went to.
She told me the DJ said, “Aint no conflict! Aint no conflict!” After I tweeted about the song, someone hit me back with, “When I hear the song I always want to start singing, ‘Blame it on the goose…'”
And it just so happens Brittany told me after the DJ played “God In Me,” he played “Blame It.” OK, that’s just a bad segue. He could’ve played “Million Dollar Bill” or something then slide back into the heathen tracks. Still, I don’t find the song to be all that blasphemous.
From the sweat suit to the white tee to the Gucci
You can probably say people wanna get like me
But what they don’t know is when you go home
And get behind closed doors, man you hit the floor
And what they can’t see is you’re on you’re knees
So the next time you get it just tell ’em
It’s the God in me, it’s the God in me
What’s the problem? Folks are acting like they’re singing, “My pussy so tight, my shit so clean…it’s the God in me.” I realize they could’ve made a song pointing out that our society’s obsession with things is wrong, but would as many people listen? They took materialism and tied into something more. What’s more than God?
I am waiting on news that’s very important to me. I have been praying about it, asking others to pray for me, and trying to be as optimistic as possible. Should I get the news I’m expecting the first thing I’m gonna do is get on my knees and say thank you. I suppose that in effect is the God In Me (Goodness that’s corny, but y’know what I mean).
Now, I don’t completely understand how blessings work. In this song this person who has the Gucci, signing checks with a whole lot of zeros, and nice whip is attributing all that to God. There are some people dirt poor who are probably more faithful than us all that may likely die poor. Why the Gucci girl is blessed and the other person isn’t, I don’t quite understand. It’s not necessarily for me to understand. But, what’s the harm about Gucci girl passing off the praise for what she has to God…to a danceable track?
Should I hear a remix that says, “Lucifer think he so cool, he think so slick, but I’m call St. Michael and Satan gon’ get clipped” I might throw Mary Mary a little side-eye action (and I still do for them likening homosexuality to murder and prostitution, but I digress).
Until then, I’m gonna jig this and be grateful someone is thanking God for their success and not Jay-Z’s dick (hello, Karrine).
P.S. I jig but don’t drop to this. To do the latter is begging for a meet and greet with a lightening bolt.
And can someone make an mp3 of this? Someone tried to send it to me, but it wouldn’t download. Evil.