Damn
You stuck dodging the Devil the older you get
Youth grants grace, growth grants grit
With that grit comes this known opposition, like addictions
Evictions, convictions, lost visions
Love riddled with truths hidden, world tripping
She's just glitching, man
Here come the Devil
Talking to you with a smile and a shovel
Ready to bury you and your little hustle
And give you some bills and a brand-new muzzle
The piece of peace that your perfect would
Release into the world would be a poison to the Devil
So every chance is taken to take your light
And sell it back to the sky, and for twice as high
You're wise now, they'll know it
Don't plant a seed in your mind, if you do not wish to grow it
You're a fast motion kept in focus
Cash call some people worthless
But what's chess to Hocus Pocus
Pale folks papas deemed what work is
Broken people ain't always the brokest
As for the Devil, show it
No ruler can size you
No ruler should rule you, but the one that never binds you
Realize, too, all that will try you is designed to unwind you
Define you, but you do get to decide if this tide will capsize you
The Devil's been lied to
The Devil could die, too
