I had my first pimp at the age of 21. When people hear pimp they see a guy in a pimped out suite wearing gators and driving an old school Cadillac. LOL I have to laugh. Maybe in the old days but I’m talking about 21 st century pimps. They rock true religion, Gucci, Louie, Prada, and the list goes on. They live in golf courses communities, beach front homes, middle class neighborhoods, and all. I’ve met pimps who own their own recording label, travel with goons and an entourage, and even had a training for the newbies. I’ve seen pimps be called boyfriends and husbands instead of pimp to please the woman. Then I get the question “how could you fall for a pimp?” Before I answer the question I need you to be willing to be open minded. Keep in mind this is my story my life my walk and the experience I had. I’m not sharing this to be justified or to be liked or felt sorry for. I’m justified through Christ and that’s all I need. I will try my best to be as transparent and honest ...
The sermon today at church was entitled "walking in the valley" and the scripture was Psalm 23:4 King James Version (KJV) 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. I knew the Lord was speaking right to me. But what's your valley? What's your struggle right now that you just can't seem to get past? Is it school, a relationship, job, a bad habit you can't break or maybe your working toward entrepreneurship. Maybe you're single but feel that your ready for a relationship and God hasn't answered your prayers just yet. Maybe you feel a bit discouraged or think God has forgotten about u. Maybe you have slipped away from God and desire to come back to him but feel he won't listen or maybe you feel your too far to even know God. Today I want to relay a message to you. The devil is a big fat LIAR and God is in your midst even in your darkest ...
I was listening to Tupac and this verse stuck out to me. "Is life worth living or should I blast myself?" Tupac In 2011 a pistol was put to my head three times. Twice by me and twice by the cops(another story). On the outside I was doing really good compared to what I had just got out of. I had my own place with my boys, three jobs, car, and what looked like "freedom". My heart still hurt. My mind was still all over the place. Getting drunk wasn't helping. Getting high wasn't helping.The new guy wasnt helping.I was only doing more dumb stuff. Some I can remember and some I can't. They told me if I got it together I would be alright. By this point I couldnt take another piece of advice. Most of the people I knew was going through so it would be impossible for them to help me out. I had finally learned my lesson about seeking "help" or "friendly advice" from people. Sad to say but friends and family sometimes love to see you hurting...
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