It Ain'T Cute
Being a Christian and staying
At a shelter in NYC ain't cute
Weapons are formed
Against me every single day
Bullies,who's minds
Are mentally ill
Don't know that
God already told me
TO" BE STILL,I'M
GOING TO HANDLE THEM!"
It ain't cute staying
At a shelter living as
A Christian
All the souls of you
Loved ones turned against mines
It hurts me losing them
But Devil dats why
Christ paid for Facebook
It's okay others think
Being a believer in Christ
Is cute
I hope I get delivered
To a physical and safe
Place soon
For my godly life
Will be singing
A new and victorious tune
All I'm asking Lord
Is for you to touch
Somebody's hands
And feet
To deliver me from
This shelter
And to remind
All powers in he'll
Of your finished work
At Calvary
And that every promise
You made to
The righteous
Will prevail
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