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Consciousness poking its head out the door, a dirty peasant I shall be no more
Trippin to the sounds of the street
All dressed up, walkin to the sound of the beat
Got my khakis pressed, my gold around my neck
The sound of gunfire got me Rollin to the deck
Pullin my Cohètè from my pocket, people scramblin for cover
Don't know if I ever will make it to my sexy ass lover
She was waiting for me to get out of work
Living down the road a bit of a Player's perk
Her sisters were the only thing from makin that woman mine
If it weren't for the older one, her skin so pale and oh so fine
Those two ladies controlling my urge
The devil in me that can't make the decision
If I only had been sober to control the precision
Giving my pen to a demon saying he can write just as good as I
Thinking his words would be better and oh so fukin fly
The demons in my head they always try to compete
Tellin people this causes hearts to skip a beat
Cuz you know the word is out for fools like me, no doubt
That struggle with their demons, trying to make us look like heathens.
If it weren't for those fools in my head, I'd surely by now be buried and dead
For some reason they turned on the Devil himself
Putting his demands away and filed on the shelf
This is how I know that Legion has no sympathy for the devil, you see. Demons don't give a rats ass for they all were once you and me. Made the wrong decisions when they were here. The devil has his job, their soul he had to smere. Hell is simply chaos below the darkened void. This, my friends makes the Church a bit annoyed. For fools like me with a developed sense of perception, it's pertinent to keep me schooled in a permanent detention. What really pisses them off with the cancel culture they have under their thumb. Trying to cancel our voices and keeping us dumb. Remember this I was once lost, but now I'm found. So, as we've talked on this stroll down the street. Skipping to the sound shuffling to the beat. I love the taste of money just like you. Ohh, and one more thing. They won't allow you to have a taste of the good life sitting in their pew. A simple peasant that keeps their head to the floor, will never question their own poverty, and prosper never no more.
© Dale A Martinez
All dressed up, walkin to the sound of the beat
Got my khakis pressed, my gold around my neck
The sound of gunfire got me Rollin to the deck
Pullin my Cohètè from my pocket, people scramblin for cover
Don't know if I ever will make it to my sexy ass lover
She was waiting for me to get out of work
Living down the road a bit of a Player's perk
Her sisters were the only thing from makin that woman mine
If it weren't for the older one, her skin so pale and oh so fine
Those two ladies controlling my urge
The devil in me that can't make the decision
If I only had been sober to control the precision
Giving my pen to a demon saying he can write just as good as I
Thinking his words would be better and oh so fukin fly
The demons in my head they always try to compete
Tellin people this causes hearts to skip a beat
Cuz you know the word is out for fools like me, no doubt
That struggle with their demons, trying to make us look like heathens.
If it weren't for those fools in my head, I'd surely by now be buried and dead
For some reason they turned on the Devil himself
Putting his demands away and filed on the shelf
This is how I know that Legion has no sympathy for the devil, you see. Demons don't give a rats ass for they all were once you and me. Made the wrong decisions when they were here. The devil has his job, their soul he had to smere. Hell is simply chaos below the darkened void. This, my friends makes the Church a bit annoyed. For fools like me with a developed sense of perception, it's pertinent to keep me schooled in a permanent detention. What really pisses them off with the cancel culture they have under their thumb. Trying to cancel our voices and keeping us dumb. Remember this I was once lost, but now I'm found. So, as we've talked on this stroll down the street. Skipping to the sound shuffling to the beat. I love the taste of money just like you. Ohh, and one more thing. They won't allow you to have a taste of the good life sitting in their pew. A simple peasant that keeps their head to the floor, will never question their own poverty, and prosper never no more.
© Dale A Martinez
