Four of a kind but god is in mind.

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    Four of a kind but god is in mind.




    Four different men each with their own technique and they own skill..

    one lost his love, one loves the world, and the other ones loves her.

    they have taste her necture and it was sweet, now they want to be the man and stand on their feet.

    she allowed them to wild out in her jungle, jump up and down, doing flip flops, and tumbles.

    while they lost their soul trying to get to the pot of gold, it just was a trick to make them think they were slick.

    touchdown! they thought this bitch i just caught, as they go around and tell the world.

    i never ever met anyone like this they say, who love and hold me and take my heart away.

    man one thought he had her cuff and tuck up under his arm, no where to go no where to run.

    man two daring, unfaithful, baby i got you, he thought his words was like sean paul stick to you like glue.

    man three distrustful i was blind and still can't see. wait for god to save me.

    man four cazy a fool would even try to school, but when he try to score it only spoke about heavens doors.

    see they forgot about man five? still on time, always have you in mind, and he whisper in your ear and say keep hope alive.

    all four trying to shake, make, and break this woman, but she eat meat and potatoes an has a cast iron stomach.

    she strong and it show in her face, she has all she need in god grace.

    see she not buying nor selling, because she know thats no way to get to heaven.

    she keep a still tongue and walk with grace, because she got god in the front of her race.

    the race for long life and good health, and she knows all blessing is through god wealth.

    so let me close by saying, hold stead fast; and peace be still; man will fell but god will.



    be watchful how you entertain a strange for god is always in your mist!

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