I live. I am human. I am a teenager. I am a guy. I live for something greater. I struggle with the basics. I groan at the usual. But I keep living to do what has been asked of me.
You can call me Speedy.
I'm here to reach out to the ones I love and care for. Once in a while I'll get sentimental, or deep, and probably blog something like it.
My life has simple aims, and a difficult path to them. I deal with it the best I can.
I am Speedy. I am Christian, but do not fear me, for I will love you regardless. I guess this is the chance for anyone who cares, to see the depths of my mind, and everything it holds, dark or bright. Happy or sad.
Read my thoughts or leave them, they are yours to criticize.

Posts Tagged: Andy Mineo

Hello world
Ain’t no friend of ya
So quit with all the smiles I wont bend for ya
I’m walkin’ straight better now than ever
I guess I started late now my heart’s awake
When did this all begin I guess it’s hard to say
All I really know is that something happened inside of me
And it was not my own I was chosen
Now I’m flippin’ paper for the prophets
I ain’t talking about how my pockets grown
Not the paper with the dead people faces
Talking about them dudes that I read in the pages
Now I’m seeing clear but I ain’t got Lasik
I’m thinking about my past I never shoulda made it
But God in His grace saw it fit to come and snatch me up
I draw the line in the sand no I ain’t backing up
Back in the days I was acting up
You know when communion came your boy had to pass the cup
Pass the bread too sin I was still in
Offering went in the plate my condoms almost fell in
Outside I’m feelin’ cool inside I’m yelling
Outside lookin’ free inside’s like a felon
Doing time for rebelling a slave to that sin that I was dwellin’ in
Bought the lie they were selling like go, get as many girls as you can
And get it out of your system now so you’ll put a rrrrring on that hand
Down the line when your thirty after you had like thirty different women
They so pretty feeling clean … getting dirty
Yuck, now what a lie from the mouth of Satan
Let’s use logic for verifying these statements
Well you keep chasing them you’ll only want more
Sin is never satisfied boy we at war with ourselves
You ever want something so bad it was all you could think about
Yo you had to have it
Then you finally get it you like it for a minute but then your eyes pivot
Now your on to something different we got God-sized longings
Why you try to fill em with them things that you can’t take with you in the coffin

"Look
You ever feel like you’re wandering?
No aims, no accomplishments,
Life’s passing by, gotta make something out of it
And every time the clock tick,
You be so reminded how time flies but you ain’t in the cockpit
And birthdays are like the worst days,
There’s turmoil in your heart but celebration on the sur-face
‘Cause Mondays it’s right back to that workplace,
Where you hate it, but you gotta get paid"

- Andy Mineo

What’s It All About?

"

Man I’mma seek the truth til my brain hurt,
I’m just another soul
My life’s like a sand grain in the dirt,
If we was made for a greater role
Than just living to die
What’s the answer? I gots to know why
I don’t want just another nice job and a ride
‘Cause plenty people got that and wind up committin suicide
So I really don’t care bout the physical
‘Cause I know some know some millionaires that’s miserable
My search goes deeper now, I’m asking more people
Like “whats the meaning of life for us creatures?”
The response I keep hearing back, “Love, Live, Laugh”
Man I already found that on a t-shirt
Some people wanna get tweaked, like philosophy class
They smoke riefer, drop acid, pop liberty caps, but thats misery
Within itself, no up or down, right or left, so I guess you’re left living right?
Man that’s crazy, I’m searching for an absolute,
No vodka, I just wanna grasp the truth ‘cause if I don’t then,
Yo what a waste I might as well dig a hole in my grave
They keep telling me…

What’s it all about? Why are we here?
If there’s no reason, why do I care?
A lot of people put they thoughts in my ear
But I gotta know for myself,
So yo God, are you really there?
What’s it all about? Why are we here?
If there’s no reason, why do I care?
A lot of people put they thoughts in my ear
But I gotta know for myself,
So yo God, are you really there?

Yo God, are you really there?

"

- Andy Mineo (formerly C-Lite)

Fools Gold

Andy Mineo and Sho Baraka dropping some beats.