Mistha Lee’s GUARDIAN ANGEL GUARD CHILD
*Yo YO yeah, yeah Bet B LeaVE, yeah! Mr. Lee don’t want 2 B 2 RUDE I KNOW OUR NOT BUFF, But girls had enough Of your ugliness Someday you’ll git a broken glass When you Look-N- tha mirror crack My FRIEND done don’t smell like a fox Don’t bully my friend or I’ll put you in a box Don’t come ta mee or yo B dead* Ma, Name B Brody Hale I’m a scholar, a book worm sorta’ I caress misunderstandings Sometimes I git reprimanding’s Now I may listen, but do adult also listen aren’t we all on different tunes I hear the same music it’s just they don’t use it Their impatient banter, cause me to scatter MakeN us both madder and sadder Mr. Lee don’t want 2 B the DUDE I KNOW he’s serious, But God hasn’t enough Of your of your faithfulness Someday you’ll git before the class When you find all the children laugh My FRIEND done don’t smell like a fox Don’t bully my friend or I’ll put you in a box Don’t come ta me or yo B dead I’m Mistha Lee’s guard dog B. HALE Mistha Lee’s GUARDIAN ANGEL GUARD CHILD Yeah! I dan’t take Naw mess, I’m Mistha Lee’s Guardian angel kid 5/2/23 *WRITEN BY BRODY HALE* Co- written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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