Weekly Rap-Up with Phanatik
The Biblical story often referred to as the Prodigal Son is certainly a familiar story to most Christians. It is fictional story that Jesus tells in order to convey some rich truths about the grace and mercy of a forgiving father, the pride of a good son, and the repentance of a bad son. In his song, Come Home, Phanatik retells this story in modern-day terms to a modern-day crowd with a modern-day twist. The truths are still rich. The story is still strong. Picture it as you read his lyrics.
How long with the prodigal roam?
How long before he comes home?
How long will chase harm and keep running away from the father’s arms?
A father sits on his porch reminiscing about a time when him and his son weren’t so distant and how he misses him and how if he could just see him again he would run and hug him and kiss him. Miles away a son is thinking the same thing until his man hollers and interrupts his day dream. Back to work, but his back, it hurts. He’s been thinking lately about going back to church ’cause that would kind of remind him of his roots of a time when he wasn’t grinding shining others boots. But that’s the best he can do now. He’s too proud to stay at the group home – was on his own since he was juvenile.
So he sleeps on the streets using concrete for sheets and he eats when he eats and it’s so cold. He looks so old but he’s young. He hung in the bars all types of scars life beat him down it was no holds barred. It’s been six years-twenty days since he’s been gone but how did he get here anyway? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Think back to the day before he chose to leave; when he stepped to his dad and he asked for the cash that he would receive after his dad passed. So that’s what he gave him. The father was bothered by the request but after a while he caved in. He said, “all of the wealth that I’ve earned and saved up must pay for the lessons my son must learn. And I pray that he learns when this is done this is my one wish for my youngest son.
The saga continues. The father gave into the son. The son left with his friends who really had no cash of their own just running the same track wanting too fast to be grown. They figured, “With these figures in our pockets, we can invest these digits and get even richer than your pop is, and find ourselves a nice good hustle, buy some protection, find some hood muscle. As soon as we get to another city, we can put this money to work for ourselves and get busy buying houses, fixing them up and flipping them. I can just picture getting the dividends rolling in like Michelins. From the time they arrived on the scene, they thrived with his father’s business since in his genes.
Of the three he proved to be the smartest buy – targeted the hottest commodities on the market. They went from knowing and going to the parties to being the ones with the dough throwing all the parties. They “made money-money, made money-money-money” and wanted to date honeys so he paid money-money. He was killing it. Stocking up his chips until the economy switched and the stock market flipped. At first his properties were flying. Today nothing’s popping, stocks dropping, and nobodies buying. He’s over extended in his credit, selling his cars and cribs to try to pay his dept with. He’s left with nada. Friends are gone. Females bon-voyaged and no one will bother. Is this what chasing pleasure and wealth does? Leaves you out freezing with no help and shelter? It’s helter skelter in his dome. He spends all his time wondering why he left home
Does this sound familiar? I’m sure it’s similar. The symbolism is bound to kill ya. Who else do we know that would leave the safety of a loving Father wandering trying to go to a distant place and dis His grace just to waste His mercy making big mistakes? Then when all is lost and the bridges are burned and they realize there’s nowhere else that they can turn, they turn to the steeple and return to the sheepfold. Isn’t that just like God’s people? In every era of time, God’s people made the error of severing the ties with the Father and His love aren’t you glad He treats us like the father of the prodigal does? When the son finally came to his senses he realized it was better inside his father fences. He said, “I wonder if I would return there, would I be able to last under the burn of His holy stare?” But he wasn’t aware that the same eyes that hate sin had been watching the road and waiting to for him to return again.