Some labels are only nothing fables,
wanting a lot for those tears and those sables.
It’s a process of an illusory effect.
Evil put in position to stop what’s next.
Hip Hop tribunals held to expedite funerals well…
All about the streets is they’ll be alone to greet their past
that’s come due in the abominable hell.
Shoulder to shoulder with the devil in duo.
They tried winking, one-eye overs, and stares to take me there,
but GOD was always aware.
I’m no devil’s apprentice.
A hard blue and a bear aren’t gonna take me from His care.
But of this they do dare.
You know ’tis true.
They stoop at low, it’s the best they can do.
Always stammering and stuttering at demon’s wares
then fail to call on the LORD like of their life’s training they’re bored.
Holes in their armor is now shone through and still he tried
even though evil pulled from his victim’s mind, an ark, not a canoe.
by Jerriè McGill
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