Amber D. Petty Patrick

I Said What I Said

Whistles blowin,
Trumpets soundin.
Secrets revealed,
Wolves are howlin.
Thought you knew,
But you ain\'t that smart.
Sittin around,
And played the wrong heart.
God was listenin,
And he heard it all.
Then he whispered in my ear,
When you fumbled the ball.
When I was lost,
You ignored my cries.
You placed my burdens,
But still I rise.
You wanted me lonely,
You wanted me hungry,
You wanted me to fear,
Without any money.
How does it feel,
Without God by your side?
With your heart full of envy,
He would never abide!
You chose the devil,
So your guides turned their head.
Not only that,
But they took all the bread.
You get what you give,
Its universal law.
Your silent hatred,
Was seen by the All!
All glory be to God,
And my spiritual team.
I mean what I say,
And I say what I mean!
Remember my words,
When you finally hear my name.
The day you find me gone,
Is when my time finally came.
I guess you didn\'t believe,
In all his appointed.
His words clearly said,
Touch not his ANOINTED!
Do them no harm,
Did you hear what he said?!
DO NOT touch that one!
As innocent as a child,
All Sad and alone.
With tears in their eyes,
Is when the Angels were shown.
To remind them of their purpose,
Much larger than they know.
They\'re here to teach the world,
How to go with ebb n flow.
Now it\'s time for them to rise,
With unwavering faith.
As they stand in their power,
With Gods given grace.
Little did they know,
Bout the trials and the tribs.
Activating service,
Has the devil flippin lids.
Plottin his moves,
Printin out his scrolls.
Headin on up,
To gather lost souls.
Snatchin up your people,
Livin in their ego.
Made them easy targets,
To manipulate control.
A little lust and greed,
Is why they sold their soul.
So now This we get to see,
Who\'s it gonna be?
Number one, number two,
Or dummy number three?!
Cuz the truths gettin told,
Bout the lies that sold.
And when the Bribes were made,
They hid in the shade.
That wasn\'t very bright,
Cuz the innocent is Light.
Make it make sense,
Cuz it\'s bout to get tense.
On the edge of the seat,
cuz they bout to get beat.
God doesnt play,
Bout these weapons every day.
You messed with his children,
Maaaannn, that shade ain\'t gonna do it.
Enough is enough,
We took it through the fire.
We came out alive,
From the matrix we retire!!