Rod and Staff
I'm walking with Gods rod of righteousness and His staff of salvation
No fear or frustration
Waters divide as i walk down the middle
Never a slave to the devil and his 1000 string fiddles
God gives me His raps,His rhymes,and a million mad riddles
I get chased through dark deserts of doom and deceit
600 chariots of chaos keep coming for me
The horses and its riders He casts to the sea
With His rod and His staff I walk cause I'm free
With His rod and His staff I slide and I stroll through gardens of evil and ghetto battlefields
Where deals get signed and sealed with lead sleeping pills
Where junkies in jungles stay hooked like piranhas on potients and poisons and
10 minute thrills
With His rod and His staff bad blood flows and spills
With His rod and His staff I stop the insane and I silence the ill
I march through mental minefields without scars,stains,or scratches
With His rod and His staff a new day it hatches
I fly from the nest straight up to His glory
With His rod and His staff I kill the gruesome and the gory
With His rod and His staff there is peace in the valley
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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