A.L.B. for June 17, 2010
If it wasn’t for the blood
It’s blood in my eyes
Cause it’s blood in the street
It’s blood on the journey
Cause it’s blood at our feet
If it’s wasn’t for Christ, we’d all witness defeat
It’s blood in the harvest, it’s blood in the wheat
If it wasn’t for the blood, we’d all be the victim
Like a pitbull, the devil would say sic’ em
The devil would say get em
I got blood in my eyes so I can’t call it or pick em
6ft walker, Holy Spirit talker
I’ll never stop running, I’d rather be a stalker
For God I live, for God I die
Don’t worry forensics, I’ll be my own chalker
Outline,
bloodline,
Survivor? Destiny Child
In the storm flood find
The ground is saturated…call that a mud bind
Jesus has many times over rubbed that clay in my eyes
I’ve been blind!!!
If it wasn’t for the blood
What would be the outcome of this story?
I’d probably be on my way to hell
After my left at purgatory.
© 2010 M.A.B.
