Fight

So yeah I had to rhyme,
It's been too long this time.
I feel kinda off and rusty,
My mind feeling just too dusty.

I am just a Jesus Freak 4 life,
pullin this thing out a dull knife.
Yo that can't be too healthy,
My heart, man I feel kinda wealthy.

Having fun I just can't stay,
Like the contrast night and day.
That's my hearts condition,
I need more of life's ammunition.

Rushing and shooting this mind,
Death is hunting and killing my kind.
Holding and gripping to what I have left, Searching and finding this theft.

You stole my life but pay you will,
Mock me stand there just still.
Stand there but watch for the left hook.
Smashing your teeth and face you crook.

Christ got my flank he has my back,
Pinning you to a wall just like a tack.
The same one you used on me,
The same one that made a tree.

The form of a lower case "T"
Jokes on you and not me.
Just remember the hill, Calvary.
You best back up or it's round three.

Oh ok so round three it is,
Might I remind you who He is.
He saved my life owns my soul.
Fills my heart with flames like coal.

Nothing you can touch so lets dual.
I got my Christ on don't be a fool.
My mind no longer just your tool.
Cause I got legions at my disposal.

Well so much for sin and this,
By Christ you just got dissed.
Hanging my gloves I didn't even fight,
Christ did it all and that's just too tight.

I want to raise a hand and battle,
Everytime I do it's all ready handled.
Even if I trip and stumble,
Christ keeps me humble.

Well yeah so I tried,
I hope my effort isn't dried,
Pulling out of this famine,
I am hungry and I want salmon.

Maybe some fishes and loaves........hey wait there's not enough.........nevermind Christ got this one too. I'll just sit down and let him handle this before I hurt myself.

Jesse Raymond <><