Peeps

Here's a shout out to all my peeps. Hum, maybe that's peep. If our babies could read I'd definitely use "peeps" without a problem. I'm just sayin' & clarifyin' which leads me to the followin'.

The last post reflects my personal spin on the chorus to the P. Diddy song performed at the AMAs. I know what you're thinkin', "Really? You know who P. Diddy is?" Yeah, man. We go back. I'm down with it. I'm still breathing over here.

Okay. In all fairness, I ran across the performance on YouTube. And, yeah, I didn't understand 90% of what Puff Daddy sang. See, I knew he used to be called Puff Daddy. I also know Prince went from "Prince" to a symbol. How's that working for you, Symbol?

Anyway, I did the hip thing & Googled the lyrics. Interesting. If truly self-reflective, good for him. He does give a shout out to our Lord. The women singing the chorus have amazing voices.

So all is good over here. It's just me being me. And I am coming home one day, but not to P. Diddy's home. My mansion is in the sky!

I'm Coming Home

I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
Tell the world I’m coming home.

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.
I know His kingdom awaits.
He's forgiven my mistakes.

I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
Tell the world I’m coming.