I don't have to strive
To survive
My flesh is crusifed
My God provides
I'm a child of
The Lord Most High
you Bess recognize
I'm serpent wise
And I bind your lies,
I don't have to 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 have to worry about the grave
I rest in peace Everyday
so I'ma turn the other cheek
And pray
As God perparith
A table before me
In the midst of my enemies
your under my feet
Just a foot stool to me
And you're messing with God's peeps
so devil
Get Behind me
In Jesus Christ Name
You have no choice
But to
FLEE
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