Street Fighter King

How can you pull your punches?
When you’re not the One who throws them.
My arms find motion from the LORD
And to his foes he shows them

They pick on me and when he sees
Its right straight to the kisser
No need to say another word
Not even in a whisper

On the playground; in the street
It doesn’t make a difference
My Father always wins the fight
And I will be his witness

He gives the king his victory
He guards those he appointed
And no one messes with the King
Or troubles his Anointed