God Has My Back
I don't hang with the homeboys
because it's not my style.
I have more on my mind
than being buck wild.
I don't belong to a gang.
I'm not a member of a pack.
I walk the streets unafraid,
because God has my back.
I don't need a gun
to prove I am a man.
With God on my side,
I already have the upper hand.
I really don't care
how the devil tries to attack,
because I know in my heart,
God has my back.
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