This morning I'm confessing, today I will do no addressing. I won't do no fussing, definitely no cursing. It takes two to tango, I remove myself from the dance, peace is my chosen romance.
As soon as I hit the door, I'm going to shift to ignore. I care nothing of a winning score. Yesterday others were wrong, today they'll try the same old song. But I know where my heart and soul belong.
Fools will fight twenty four seven, they care nothng about God in heaven. Their focus is on the mirror, always wanting to be superior. Nothing wrong with superiority, but peace is my priority. I have nothing else to prove, I get the job done move.
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Reviews of "Fussing"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on July 7, 2006
Brady, this would make a great rap song.
Has a wonderful rhythm to it.
Has a wonderful rhythm to it.
Elizabeth
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Today I don't have to worry about work; I am off! Neener, neener, neener! :)
Reindeer