Got-a do what-a got-a do.
And not do what-a dont want-a do.
Judge me if you want.
It don't bother me.
I fly by the seat of my pants.
Listen to fools rant and rave
Saving the world
One click at a time.
When the truth is choked.
What a
Joke.
Don't
Leave now.
Listening
Heaven calling...
Can you sense the rumbling sound...
Ask where their coming from...
Above, or underground?
Like fools we think we know the foe.
But it's me not him-
Understand?
Look in the mirror
Now look good.
Close look
Cock.
(God confessed to Job-"with your own right hand...)
Got-a do bet-a
Bet-a not do worse
Worst bet-a got-a bet-a
Mumma sav-a me from this curse.
If all our works are filthy rags
New clothes must we put on.
Then all we do is wash our feet
Dirt and dust all gone.
Dressed for the party
Could be a double treat
Marriage to His virgin
Slaughter of the beast.
I did what-a had to do.
That-a good for me.
Doin what-a had to do
Set-a me-a free!
Free to enter the cities gates
Country side to roam,
Where all the got-a bet-a
Found-a their-a way-a home.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 24th, 2023 02:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
Comments2
An epic
Loved the rhythm especially
And the "above or underground " line is classic
Thanks,
We don't need a lack of discernment!
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