Shine Monroe Saints
I miss south la big time,
Who dat say dey gon' beat them saints,
Who dat God made us, saved us,
You ain't, you can't, you won't
Because play with Satan God don't.
Monroe stinks,
But the satanic power
Over our youth
Will sink I declare it Jesus name
This comes from the name of fame
The saints up here in Monroe
Will shine just like the ones
In BR and the NO.
9-3-10
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
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