"God Bless the Dream, the Dreamer and the Result." 

FaithWalk Clothing by William Renae

In today's world and in times past collaboration and partnering has been an instrumental strategy.  Partnering helps us to grow, learn, change and exchange ideas.  Even the Bible endorses partnering based on the scripture that says, "Where two or three are gathered, I am there."

I want to introduce to you a mother/son partnership, which currently launched a new clothing line.  The clothing line is called FaithWalk. The new line is created to encourage others to save themselves and to take control of their own destiny.

Renae Parker Benenson is a Mom, certified Chaplin (spiritual listener and encourager), writer and co-founder of FaithWalk.  William Marshall Parker II is a Son, entrepreneur, writer and co-founder of FaithWalk.  Together they compliment each other and have found support for their individual and collective growth and development.

They started FaithWalk because they get it.  They have figured out that their life is to get better spiritually, emotionally, financially, intellectually and physically it will be because they have prayed to God and believe that the Creator will equip them for the journey and fill them with unfathomable power to be and to do more than they can ever imagine.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Gangsta Rap Has Nothing on Filthy Blues of Old

Some complain about the explicit lyrics in rap, but modern MCs have nothing on early-20th-century blues singers. Compared to them, “the members of NWA are levelheaded concerned citizens,” says Cracked. A sampling:

"A to Z Blues," Blind Willie McTell, 1956: "I'm gonna cut A, B, C, D on top of your head; That's gonna be treating you nice like mama you ain't gonna be dead." Don't worry—he finishes the alphabet.
"22-20 Blues," Skip James, 1931: "Sometimes she gets unruly; An she act like she just don't wanna do; But I get my 22-20; I cut that woman half in two." At least James prefers the 22-20 to the "too light" .38.
"Shave 'Em Dry," Lucille Bogan, 1935: An ode to her own sexual prowess that "would make Lil' Kim blush."
"Whoopee Blues," King Solomon Hill, 1932: Not only does the singer murder his unfaithful girlfriend, but he finds her a new beau. "I said, Undertaker been here and gone, I gave him your height and size; You be makin' whoopee with the Devil in Hell tomorrow night."

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