My Rap Love Story

I am loved by my friends and fams (a few exceptions apply). I am loved by my delicious Xuxubell which means sweet sky. I am loved by the best pastor in the world and in the barrio : pastor Ophir de Barros. I am loved by some guys in church that cannot hide it, they watch me instead of the service :) men can be such tools! hahahah. I am even loved by the sarcastic seagulls. But the best love I ever received is sacred, is not for fools.


I am loved by the Living God. (I love when He says: I am He) He is my G and I His baby girl The great I Am loves me! So much, that  He had to make me. One night He dreamt of me, and could not forget. With His own hands He formed me from scratch. At every cell, He whispered life to the future " I ". But it wasn’t enough He wanted to call me Bride. He even “learned” Portuguese so I don't have to stumble upon the words so much when we talk.

We ride it like this, He is mine and I am His. But not for a while. Not until death do us part. Not as long as I have a job, not as long as I look hot. He is such a gentleman He “never” noticed the one insistent white hair, and the little wrinkle forming around my eye…He says it all the time, He thinks I'm fly. He is not interested in my degrees. He doesn't care for my body. He doesn’t care for my "Gs" He doesn’t want me for papers, it is not a scam, the visa He can give me, no one else can.

Comparing His bank account to mine, I am destitute. Before His celestial mansions I'm a homeless. Where have you ever seen the CEO and the janitor lady riding together? Side by side the pretty swan and the ugly duckling are a poor comparison. He can run around the globe I cannot put in 1 mile. He can swim across the Atlantic; I can’t even do the Y. He walks on water, I fall on ice. He was raised to the skies, I am afraid of flying. I fear the dark, He destroyed it.

Our love was so strong and so real, that everyone got jealous and they started third-wheeling, the devil got involved, he wasn’t feeling it, and told me his lies: that we was not compatible; he said that He wanted to manipulate me and keep me on the dark, and keep me on the low. The devil made me an offer that I didnt blow, that I didnt ditch. Then paradise was lost. I hid from the Father and became a snitch, I tried to cover my flaws wrinkles and all…I was evicted, sent packing, me and my lies, as the devil watched me laughing, he and his allies…My way Home could not be found. The gates locked. My wrists bound.
The devil bought the fireworks and beer to celebrate, he spread his finest junk and his personal stash: hate, jealousy, coke and fame, death hypocrisy dope and shame; my failure his victory 10 to zero... Game Over. Hope gone, death to our love song, the honeymoon was over, it was time to go…

But this was not the end, for They had a plan. The Word was spoken. He showed who's the Man..I accepted the offer He accepted it too. He closed the deal, that's my Boo.

I covered me with leafs, He took of His robe. He dressed in flesh and blood, just for He to get hurt. Like Hansel and Gretel He sprinkled my way back home with His own blood and flesh, He is my Love, my Only. And now that I'm back who can take me away? From His pierced hands, who can make me sway? He tore the veil for the Blood to cover me. Who can find me under? Who would even try? Who can steal me from His love? Our next date is on the sky. And that is what has happened, and that is how we ride, We are J&J. I am His and He is mine.