Musings in Search of a Muse

It’s almost Noon and I’ve almost run out of things to do. That’s why I brought my Bible study stuff with me so I can get working on the next section of “the guidebook to the Good Book.”

Here’s something funny! I grabbed the iPod for some tunes while I work and the first track was “Praise You” by Fatboy Slim. Maybe on a praise and worship song in the strictest sense, but the lyrics are ambiguous enough that one with a Christian mind could take them that way. That same artist is known for songs explicit in both language and content. I’m not sure, but I think he worked on a tune called “Ends” with a group named Everlast. It would make a great lesson for Bible study. Check out these lyrics and see if you agree

Lyrics to "Ends" by Everlast

Everything must change...
Ends...

[CHORUS:]
Some people would rob their mother for the ends
Rat snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further I'm on my ends

I knew this cat named Dale
Who didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material
Ivy League scholar
Had a PHD
An MBA
But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay
Company's down sizin'
Inflation's risin'
Can't find a job
He's feelin' kind of stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed
So he falls off track
Starts smokin' the crack
And once it hits his brain
It starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back
The shoes off his feet
He's losin' all his teeth
Now he's out on the street
And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James
Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains
But he's from business school
And he's nervous with the tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
For the ends

[CHORUS]

I knew this chick named Sally
She had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here"
Only rapped the Benz
And rocked the fly gear
Brand name wearin' Champagne wavin'
Jewels around the neck
A lotta style she's cravin'
Ain't no savin'
She's doin' all the spendin'
If you do the lendin'
She'll do the bendin'
Straight machine vendin'
That's money for tail
Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees
And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny
Come home one day find her countin' out your money
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you broke she's spittin'
If you're rich she might swallow
For the ends

[CHORUS]

I knew these two homeboys
That made a lot of noise
Makin' money on the block
The kids was on their jock
They was tougher than leather
Like Reverend Run
DMC they was tokin' guns
Hold and wait
Goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips
And pushin' phat wears
Fly jewels and clothes
And got no job
And then one disappeared
And one got robbed
For the ends

[CHORUS (X2)]

Man! The lessons we could get out of that one song. Graphically inappropriate for some audiences, certainly, and the tone would have to be set for any discussion but I’m sure it would be worth it. I remember giving these lyrics to a friend once telling him the same thing. I’ll have to get on that. If only I had the discipline to follow up.