You were a famous rapper, known for your arrogant and violent lyrics. You were a star on the world, until you started thinking. You’re on your own. Ain’t nobody praying for you, and you have no loyal friends, and you don’t know true unconditional love. Your cousin called, and said you were an Israelite, and haven’t met gods will, which you thoughtt was stupid, because you’re not about a religion.

Will you accept weakness and change, or embrace your wickedness?