they usually want the gift,
only to waste God's present;
so I guard it with my life,
protecting one's self from false strife;
they want your light just to turn it off;
they surround your space waiting for the perfect opportunity
to steal your blessed breathe;
but my resolve is strengthened through God's grace,
replenished through Mother Nature's passion,
and forgiven for all my past discretions;
they plot to steal,
they plan to destroy what has been built,
they scheme to aim with sightless laser beams;
but the full armor of God resides inside the center of my nucleus
keeping me focused and aware of false witnesses and enemy mistresses;
however they sometimes used to catch me slipping,
but now that my mission is clear,
no man or woman will ever make me miss the boat,
will never cause me to block my future blessings,
will never allow the wicked to infiltrate my section,
and if one does my sword is kept sharpened enough
to penetrate the thickest of skin;
they think the smile is of a jester,
nah it's just a kind gesture;
don't think that the nickel won't catch ya'
imagine a heat seeker without radar detection,
my weapons are so deceptive,
forensics are going to need 10 Sherlock Holmes
and 20 Watson's to solve my equations;
they forgot that I was born in the trap,
they neglected to remember that I was the unofficial member,
when things got deep,
I was the one they called to go deep sea fishing;
laying the wicked to sleep,
swimming with the fishes that love to eat meat;
they should have learned,
but know the teaching lesson is out of session...