Patty cake, patty cake Baker’s wo-man
Bake up some cake as fast as you can
Lifespan that’s circular like a cul-de-sac
Only one way out and She ain’t comin’ back.
Inflated dreams of fame and fortune, stemming from a genuine passion and an authentic talent, Patricia Dombrowski, better known as Killer P or Patti Cake$, is on a mission to explode onto the golden green stages of hip hop and bullet train out of her tiny New Jersey life as fast as she can. Patti’s mother, Barb, a singer once on the verge of stardom, now a woman settled into a life of struggle and scrap grabbing, dismisses Patti’s lyric spitting aspirations as laughably absurd. An inextinguishable passion aligned with a natural gift comes out of God’s intentional creativity, specificity and love. Psalm 139:13 says, “Oh yes, you shaped me first inside then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb.” Yet the very womb Patti was created within rejects her formation. Patti’s not looking for validation from her mother though, she has her eyes fixed on the god of hip-hop’s prize. She dreams in the signature green of the rap deity OZ only to be trampled underfoot like a cigarette butt when the cosmos aligns and she is face to face with him. The only door she thinks leads out to the stage of her promised land gets slammed on the desperate work of her hands, but God, or her universe, has other plans. In Jeremiah 29:11 God says, “For I know the plans I have for you.” God has specific plans for us. “Plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” God wants to give us good things and take good care of us according to the plans he has for us. Patti’s good thing comes from the hands of one who would seek to prosper her and not harm her. Her hope and future arrives in a way she couldn’t have planned for herself.