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 trippin'
"She's just glitchin', man."
Here come the Devil, talking to you with a smile and shovel, ready to bury you and your lil' hustle
And give 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. Do not plant a seed in your mind, if you do not wish to grow it
You're fast motion kept in focus
Cash call some people worthless
But what's chess to Hocus Pocus
Pale folks poppin' would 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 can die, too