Dear Lord,
I come before You (God), not just heavy-hearted—but righteously burdened. My spirit is grieving. I feel like I’ve been exposed to a spiritual sewage system, and I’m still trying to wash it off. Today I finished something I wasn’t excited to do, but I knew I had to. For the sake of truth. For the sake of conviction. For the sake of clarity. I watched and listened to 20 of the most popular rap songs and music videos—from across regions, races, and genders. West Coast. East Coast. South. Canada. White rappers. Black rappers. Female rappers. Mainstream ones everyone worships. The ones you can’t escape on TikTok, YouTube, or even in stores. I consumed it all, and Lord…I feel sick.
Rap music is unbiblical. It’s not just problematic—it’s spiritually dangerous.
All 20 glorified drug use. 17 of 20 pushed alcohol like it’s a sacrament. Every single one glorified sexual promiscuity. Every single video objectified women—half-naked, posed like decorations. All 20 glorified violence. 14 of them mentioned strip clubs like they’re casual hangout spots. All of them idolized wealth and greed. 4 of the 20 bragged about having children with multiple women, like it’s a trophy.
God, what are we doing as a culture? What are we swallowing with these beats?
I kept thinking of 1 John 2:15-17 while watching:
“Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions—is not from the Father but is from the world.”
Every single one of those rap videos was a shrine to the desires of the flesh. A literal soundtrack for sin. A celebration of things that destroy souls and communities. And we’re bopping our heads to it?
God, forgive us.
I’m not some uptight religious prude. I’m 25. I grew up with this music in my ears and in my environment. But now I’m looking at it through Your eyes, through Scripture, through discernment—and I can’t pretend anymore.
I can’t clap to a beat that mocks Your holiness.
I can’t nod to lyrics that normalize violence, glorify fornication, and treat women as body parts.
I can’t pretend it’s “just entertainment” when it’s shaping how people live, how they love, how they parent, how they define success.
Let me say this too: This is not about race. This isn’t about white rappers or Black rappers. This is about spirit.
This is about what spirit is operating behind this music.
Because from what I listened to, it’s not the Holy Spirit.
It’s a spirit of perversion.
A spirit of rebellion.
A spirit of lust.
A spirit of greed.
A spirit of violence.
A spirit of mockery toward anything sacred.
Ephesians 5:11 says:
“Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.”
And that’s what I’m doing. Not out of self-righteousness. Not out of legalism. But out of obedience and love.
I’m calling this out because we’re pretending this stuff is neutral when it’s clearly anti-God. And I’m tired of being quiet.
God, how have we let this become our culture’s voice?
Why is music that glorifies:
- Murder
- Drug dealing
- Strippers
- Cheating
- Porn-like visuals
- Disrespect of women
- Idolatry of money
…become what we call “art” and even worse—“inspiring”?
Isaiah 5:20 comes to mind:
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness.”
That’s what’s happening.
We’re dressing up sin in catchy beats and slick production, and then wondering why our generation is depressed, addicted, broken, fatherless, and obsessed with sex and money.
And You know what’s worse, Lord? Some Christians are defending it.
There’s nothing redemptive about a song that tells young boys they’re real men if they sleep with 10 women and kill their enemies.
There’s nothing holy about a woman rapping about abortion like it’s a power move and calling herself a god.
Nothing about that reflects You, Jesus.
And if we’re honest, we know it.
Father, cleanse my mind.
I honestly feel like I need to fast after today.
I saw too much. Heard too much.
I felt it in my spirit. The grime. The pride. The lust.
It made me sad. It made me mad.
It made me want to throw my phone into a lake.
But I know hiding isn’t the answer. Speaking truth is.
Psalm 101:3 says:
“I will not set before my eyes anything that is worthless. I hate the work of those who fall away; it shall not cling to me.”
I don’t want this music clinging to me. I don’t want it clinging to my friends. I don’t want it in my house, in my car, or in my spirit.
Holy Spirit, speak to those who’ve been numbed by this culture.
Speak to the girl who thinks she has to twerk to get attention.
Speak to the boy who thinks he’s worthless unless he’s rich and feared.
Speak to the artist who once had a calling but sold out for fame.
Speak to the Christian who shrugs off this music because “everyone’s listening to it.”
Wake us up, Lord.
I’m praying bold prayers tonight.
Not weak ones. Not soft ones.
Because we’re in a war. And the enemy is using art, music, culture, and pride to lull us into destruction.
Prayer:
God, I pray You shut the mouths of artists who are poisoning minds for profit.
I pray You convict every heart that’s listening to sin with delight.
I pray You give spiritual ears to the deaf.
I pray You raise up a generation that doesn’t just love beats—but loves truth.
I pray You remind Your people that holiness still matters. That purity is still power. That our minds are temples, not trash cans.
I pray for mercy over the youth who are consuming this filth, not knowing it’s rotting their souls.
I pray for revival in the music world.
I pray for repentance in the churches that are silent.
And I pray for strength to keep speaking truth—even when it’s unpopular.
Final Thought:
This isn’t about being “anti-rap.”
This is about being pro-holiness.
It’s about being pro-Jesus.
And honestly, if that makes me seem “intense” or “religious” or “judgmental,” then so be it.
I’m not here to be liked.
I’m here to be faithful.
Lord, help me always choose conviction over comfort.
Even if I’m the only one not dancing to the beat of Babylon.
Amen.
The Christian Tech-Nerd 