man
I don't gotta strive
To survive
My flesh is crusied
My God provides
I'm a child of
The Lord Most High
You bess recognize
I'm serpent wise
I bind your lies
I don't gotta look to the sky
To communicate with Christ
He's rite here by my side
Every step of the way
My road has been paved
And my soul has been saved
I don't gotta worrie bout the grave
I RIP every single day
So ima turn that cheek
And pray
As God perparith a table
for me
In the midst of mine enemies
your a footstool to me
Your under my feet
you bess recognize
You messen with Gods peep
So satan
GET BEHIND THEE
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