From when David ran off from his son, Absolom.
Check it: all peeps be rollin’ up on me! Mugs be all up in my grill. They be sayin’, “God ain’t got yo’ back.” Sheeeih….
Nah, man! O LORD, You got my back: You too much, and all that, an’ Ya’ hold my head high.
I holla’d to the LORD, an’ He holla’d back at me from His holy mount. Sheeeih….
I laid down and slept;
then I got up, ‘cause God got my back.
Got no fear of all y’all fools around me,
tryin’ to keep me in check.
Get up, O LORD!
Save my sassafrass, O my God!
For you smack my enemies up side da’ head.
You bust them in the tooth.
Salvation! Whose’s dat? The LORD!
Blessing! Whose’s dat? His people!