MP3 Kevin Cooper - Flesh
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15 MP3 Songs in this album (107:18) !
Related styles: Spoken Word: Inspirational, Spiritual: Christian Rap, Spiritual
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For this cause was I born into this world.
For this cause I live and for this cause I am willing to die. For this cause was my life
preserved from the attacks of Satan attempting to take my life. For I understand to love God is to be hated by the world, but
I also know to be loved by the world is to be hated by God. So tell me world who should
I fear? The one who can kill my flesh or the one who can kill both flesh and spirit.
I am Kevin Cooper and I choose to fear God. To love God like He first loved me. And I hope these words help you do the same thing.
Who Is Kevin Cooper?
I know the world wonderâs who is this IamKevinCooper kid that claims to know God?
I was born into this world of confusion on June 1, 1971, by a beautiful, black woman named Dorothy Hunter Cooper. Beautiful, black and smart she is my mother that I love dearly, the one that chose to accept the gift God gave her and gave birth to a, âworld changer.â
She was so smart, but still she wasnât able to point me in the right direction to find my father. So consider me as a bastard child with no earthly father in sight.
My mother had four kids from different men, the other three knew their father and she knew them, but for me there was no father in sight.
My sister, who is the oldest named Karen Cooper, my brother which is older than me is named, Eugene Cooper, and the youngest brother was named Nieko Knowles. His last name came from his father who really cared for us all.
I remember Mr. Knowles clearly, for he was the one that made us family in spite of. He was the one that took us in; He was the one who tried to make it work with my mother. I remember good times and happy days. Surrounded by love we didnât even notice that we did not have much. Fighting a loosing battle, Mr. Knowles did everything he could to keep us together; He did everything he could to prove his love for her. Still he lost the fight. He didnât know she had secrets, he didnât know she was in love too, but not with him, for she loved drugs and other women. The day came when enough was enough and Mr. Knowles snapped and drew a line that my mother didnât see and now we were forced to get out.
Wow! How fast things change, how fast smiles turn into frowns, how fast love can turn to hate and peace to shattered dreams like a puzzle just poured out of the box. So she left him and didnât ask us if it was okay. We didnât know that leaving Mr. Knowles meant that we had to leave our baby brother too. Now tears are falling out of the eyes of kids and no one seems to care, itâs like no one seemed to notice that we were crying. Separation is serious especially when it comes to family and kids and I truly think no one should take it lightly.
My mother found her own place and together we called it home and together we tried to move on. All I can remember is different babysitters and parties that lasted all night; life was still all good even though the floor was covered with beer cans and needles. But why complain when we were the life of the party. Momma let us drink a little beer and we would dance and dance until we fell asleep, drunk off the madness our little wombs had just embraced.
Things were different now that Mr. Knowles wasnât around. Different men always appeared acting so nice like they really cared. I am a man now and I know how the game goes. Just so we can have what we really came for.
Things slowly going out of control, I remember my mother fighting with these different men. One man running her around the apartment complex, he was trying to hurt her and I am running trying to save her. I remember one night hearing my mother screams in the house. I ran to the room and the door was locked. I banged and cried until I saw her finger tips under the door. Children cry about this and that all the time but to see one cry because there is nothing they can do to protect and hold on to the thing they love most, is something I will never get out of my mind. Have you ever wished you can do something about something you can do nothing about?
In other words, since my childhood Iâve been shedding tears and dealing with the things that make tears come.
I guess she couldnât take it anymore, I guess sharing her love was becoming more stressful, she had to know that one day you will have to choose, drugs or the kids?
One day she dressed us up as though we were going on a beautiful trip. Everybody was happy, singing and playing around, but momma was in deep thought as though something had taken over her mind. The trip started and ended so fast, I didnât understand what was going on. I never saw this place or this white woman before. The woman reached out to us like she knew us. I noticed the closer we came to this woman, the further my mother became. I hear my motherâs voice saying, âits ok.â The woman was saying the same thing and the door closed with no mother in sight. Now sweet words have changed to demands and rage. I tell you no lie world; Iâve learned early that the ways of a woman are unknown to man. How can another woman love you more than your mother, unless she was used by God to do so? For I understand that with God all things are possible.
At the foster home, I cried and I cried until nothing was left but questions that I couldnât answer. We were locked in rooms, using the bathroom under cribs because they wouldnât open the door. All I could do is look to the stars and wonder why me? What did I do to deserve this? Every knock on the door I thought was my mother. One day I gave up and accepted my fate. My trust for anyone that said they love me was nothing. I thought, âI love youâ meant something. I found out that, âI love youâ was sweet words from people with other motives that only bring pain later.
The day came and finally my mother came back to get me, I canât explain how I felt. All I know is that it felt good. I was so happy, I held on tight to her and wouldnât let go. In the car one of my favorite songs came on the radio and I sung it to my mother. I promise you I sung it from the heart. I guess my song wasnât good enough because we went to another strange house that I knew nothing about. This time it was grandmaâs house. We never knew our grandma, so seeing her face was something new. I started to do something I thought I didnât have left. I cried and cried; hoping death was around the corner. At grandmaâs house things were different. I was like she felt my pain. It was like she knew the things that I thought and we became close. It was at grandmaâs house that we learned rules and regulations. At grandmaâs house rules were serious but the love was there and life lessons began. At grandmaâs house I learned my first prayer, it was at the dinner table that I learned we must talk to these invisible people like God, Jesus, and Lord then we eat. I guess grandma saw my confusion, so she made us go to church and learn about the God she served.
The seed was planted and my curiosity about this God had started. I got the chance to experience the Baptist preacher, and the Pentecostal preacher as well. How one group is based on order and time and the other, anything goes at any time. Two different expressions but both trying to please the same God.
It was at grandmaâs house I had to go to school and learn the things I would later need in life. Palm View Elementary is where it all started but getting suspended in elementary school is unheard of.
I later went to Crystal Lake Middle school, where I got suspended 17 times and was expelled for bad behavior. I was sent to North Point, a school for kids with behavioral problems. This was a school for kids that were rejected from normal school settings. From North Point I went to Juvenile Hall in more trouble but this time with the Law. Barely making it through school, I made it to Blanche Ely High school and when I made it to the 11th grade, I quit!! Hooked up with the wrong crowd and playing games with other kids that had the same mindset I had. Whereâs the money? Who cares if I donât go to school? From there I embraced the streets like it was my new home. I got caught up selling drugs and grandma kicked me out of her house. Sleeping wherever I could became the new thing. Now, the thing that every parent fears, a collect call came through and I was the one calling collect. Stuck in jail and later prison, I became an inmate and a convict. The experience is something I will never forget. Wrong decisions sent me to a place where my eyes were open, State Prison. The place was new, but I felt like Iâd been to prison before at the foster home. So living around strange people was nothing new to me.
My life was a journey that I twisted out of control. I always thought that if I didnât fight for myself who will? I was a convicted felon now, so my dreams of having a good job is done. What do I do now?
Fresh out of prison all I can remember is the way I felt before the arrest, so so high. The feeling is something I never felt before and to be truthful, I loved it. I found myself smoking but I couldnât roll, so my weed addiction cost a lot more because I had to pay someone to do it for me. The more I did it, the more I was convinced that this was turned into a habit that I would enjoy for a long time, and it was. One day it came to me, why be a customer when you can be the dealer. I could sell the weed and smoke it for free. Excited about my new idea, I quickly put it to work and became, âThe Weed Man.â I treated this new life like it was my job and I took it serious. Day and night I was on the block making it happen. So fast, so quick, I made a name for myself, I am the one the world called, âCoopeâ and I made the whole town remember that name.
I had money and more money, it was amazing how I turned flowers to bread and because of the bread I had a lot of women to choose from. Having loose sex with different women led to five kids from different women and I love them all.
Stuck in the dope game and I loved it, for the first time I was my own boss with my own money, calling my own shots. I needed no one but the people who supplied my needs.
I felt good going back to grandmaâs house pocket filled with money showing off the gifts satan gave me. I showed her it wasnât any hard feelings and gave her money as she needed it.
Still loving the things of God, I always rode around getting high and listening to the Gospel. To the world, they thought I was crazy. Some thought I was a hypocrite and they laughed at me. They didnât understand that a seed was planted in me a long time ago and no matter what I did, I always thought about God and I truly loved Him. I just didnât know how to trust Him because trust for me had been violated years ago by my mother and father. I made my mind up to find out more about this God and the bible so I went to Trinity Theological Seminary and studied the things of God.
Still selling dope, I sold dope in the day and went to school at night.
And now I have no drug relations and IAMKEVINCOOPER exist telling the world about the things about God in a form that has not been exposed making my message easy to listen to. And reach the streets in a way they can receive it without being, âtoo churchie.â
I am delivered from the streets and hope to free others from the same bondage by exposing the devil and the tricks he use to trap the world which is our own lust.
Ride with me from cd to cd, from conferences to churches all around the world.
With my thug like swag I will show the world that you can be you and god can still use you to change the world. It was Jesus that spent majority of His time in the streets spreading the good news of God to sinners.
It was Jesus that ate with sinners and walked the sinners and now those same sinners are the people we read about in the bible right now. For the God I serve is a bad boy lover. Ride with me as I hear from God and together we will make it eternal life, where God sits on the throne with all power in His handsâ¦â¦â¦ IAMKEVINCOOPER
I thank God for the opportunity to be his servant. I thank God for the people He's placed in my life who has influenced this project and many more to come.
Like Rev. Jenkins, First Lady Jenkins, Pastor Neal, Pastor Stanley, Pastor Mohorn, Pastor Dillard and Pastor Sadie.
I thank you for your many prayers and encouraging words. I thank you for seeing my inner man and never judging my appearance.
I thank God for the Minister of music Jason Edmond and The Sound Breakers that made things so easy holding my hand walking me through the things I knew nothing about. I thank God for the people who embrace this c.d. and I thank God for the people who disliked this c.d. For I
understand now, hate is the stair way to success. Pushing me to do better in all my ways. I dedicate this c.d. to God, hoping my living here on earth is not in vain.
Matthew 26:41 Watch and pray, that ye enter into temptation:
The spirit indeed is willing
but the flesh is weak.
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