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19: An Artist's Prayer by Celita

July 14, 2017

 

 

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An Artist’s Prayer

 

Keep me off the stage

Off the place where I perform

Above the norm

Where I’m acting out for a crowd

To keep them screamin’ real loud

Where I’m soaking in the praise

Soaking in the rays

With their hands raised

May their hands wave

Where I’m puffed up with pride

Headed to an empty grave

Where attention is my king

And I am it’s slave

When I’m before them may I be before you

And when I’m before you 

Lord

Please

Keep me

Off the stage

 

Because the stage is where I give you

Just a hot beat with some Christian lyrics behind it

I grind it, bump it

Thinking it’s pleasing

When really its teasing

And lacks meaning

There’s no real sacrifice

Just some words that sound real nice

I paid no price

It didn’t alter my life

Or anyone else's

It’s selfish

Just a pacifier for my emptiness

And something to keep them off of me

So they won’t ask me

What’s really

Going on inside of me

Let me

Just put this together real quick

Drop a beat, make it slick

Write these words, that I can spit

Perform it

And split

Give me a topic

And I’ll drop it

Whatever it is

I’ll cop it

Make it hot

Then I’ll pocket

All the praise and the profit

It’s slick

I have to admit

That when I spit I wish

That my words will kiss

The audience

And cause them to explode

Will they like my flow?

Or the stories I’ve told?

I wonder how it will go

Give me some dap?

Invite me back?

To another show?

Is a producer here to see me?

Maybe I can get on somebody’s CD?

My name is Celita

Yeah, that’s C-E-L-I-T

God!

Keep me off the stage

 

Off the place where I perform

Above the norm

Where I’m acting out for a crowd

To keep them screamin’ real loud

Where I’m soaking in the praise

Soaking in the rays

With their hands raised

May their hands wave

Where I’m puffed up with pride

Headed to an empty grave

Where attention is my king

And I am it’s slave

When I’m before them may I be before you

And when I’m before you 

Lord

Please

Keep me

Off the stage

 

Keep me from masking depth

Because I’m animated and fun

I’m so energetic that

People could get lost in what I’m saying

When I’m not saying anything

And they are applauding at nothing

It’s fraud and upsetting

I have to catch myself and 

Keep myself rom letting

Myself to get in the way of you

God, what’s an artist to do?

We take pride in our craft

And the work that we’ve done

We want to be appreciated

And feel like we’ve won

When we get off the stage

Even though we don’t do it literary

We want it to be

As if we

Dropped the mic purposefully

Let it drop and ring that screeching

Sound in the ears of those listening

As if to say

“YEAH, now that’s HOT, you’ve got to admit 

that I TORE IT UP, that I threw it up, and if you

followed what I was saying, you MIGHT catch it”

You know God

We want to make it real dramatic

Like we’re in a movie

And it’s moving in slow motion

As we’ve just hit the climax

And the audience is in commotion

They are shouting and cheering

Chanting and screaming

That sista’ is so anointed

When I’m relying on talent

Instead of digging deep within

On the inside of my baggage

And releasing the luggage

God keep me buried, beneath my ugly

No flaunting of perceived beauty

Because I’m recognizing 

That apart from You I am nothing

And in case they thought I was something

The I allow you to reveal anything

That will squash that pretty easily

So I’m not just living daily

But hourly, minutely, secondly

So that I may stay holy

So Father, remind me

That this gift has no meaning

And adds no value to anything

May I be ever remembering

Of the things you’ve set me free from

The things that I’ve done

The short sprint races I have not won

And not to be condemned 

But forever humbled and grateful

“Oh my goodness, you’re so great!”

No kid, I’m just a handful of clay

In the hands of the real artist

That knows how to keep this artist faithful

 

Keep me off the stage

Off the place where I perform

Above the norm

Where I’m acting out for a crowd

To keep them screamin’ real loud

Where I’m soaking in the praise

Soaking in the rays

With their hands raised

May their hands wave

Where I’m puffed up with pride

Headed to an empty grave

Where attention is my king

And I am it’s slave

When I’m before them may I be before you

And when I’m before you 

Lord

Please

Keep me

Off the stage

 

You know, that stage in my life

That I’ve built figuratively

Where I’ve elevated myself

Above everyone else

And I’m acting like

You’re in the audience applauding me

Ugh, I must be crazy

God I know this is so ugly

But that’s why I’m speaking

So that I may turn this into a prayer

I put all this truth at your alter

And I leave it there

Father I pray that it burns in the fire

And that I would be set free

From this grotesque pride that I’ve created

Because the pride is killing me

God I ask, continually burn from me

My human impurities

And keep me off the stage

So that You may receive all daps, pats, all requests to come back

May others desire to be a track on Your CD

You see I loved that

I loved the way you cheered

The way you sighed and thought about what I shared

I want to soak in

The attention

I’m getting

But something is holding me back from it

God, this is an artists’ prayer

Keep me from taking the glory owed to you

When I leave the stage

May I leave the applause and claps behind

The praise that you are due

I don’t want to do

A routine that I do

When it’s time to perform

And forget about You

God keep me

Revealing the ugly and forever decreasing

Father, I pray, that you move me out the way

So that you may receive all glory

Lord, please, keep me off the stage

 

Off the place where I perform

Above the norm

Where I’m acting out for a crowd

To keep them screamin’ real loud

Where I’m soaking in the praise

Soaking in the rays

With their hands raised

May their hands wave

Where I’m puffed up with pride

Headed to an empty grave

Where attention is my king

And I am it’s slave

When I’m before them may I be before you

And when I’m before you 

Lord

Please

Keep me

Off the stage