it seems i turn to Shaytan, for i cannot fight temptation,
and run from Allah, though in him lies salvation...
the devil is inside me, i feel him shit,
he's creepin' up beside me, i hear him think,
he's be-com-ing me and i'm feelin sick,
cuz shit the devilz now a part of me i'm startin' to get,
a little shaky as i wake, made too many mistakes,
ain't got two chances in life, so now i'm startin to shake,
i start to tremble and ache, does present resemble the fate?
left with the choice to make, which path do i choose?
no matter which way i go though, seems i'll lose or i'll lose,
the devil livin' inside me starts to break the rules,
and sinning starts to get, a little harsh and shit,
i'm livin' it but i don't wanna be a part of it,
i wanna part with it, and maybe start to get,
a few more chances in my life so i can start again,
cuz bullshit's in my head,i wanna win i said,
not lose every fuckin' minute before i'm in my bed,
when i close me eyez,my angry breathless sighs,
but it seems, in my dreamz, i can't escape the lies,
so now i wake to find, a little hate inside,
of myself, that just helps, me everyday to die,
and i won't stop to cry,because i've got to try,
everyday, any way, cuz shit i've got to fly,
so now i'm made a soulja, a little colder,
gets easier for my shoulders to hold this boulder,
that's been put on me, by the world itself,
and imma fly to heaven, cuz i won't burn in hell,
so it's a message to u shaytan, come to get me,
but u can't see, i've already run forget me!
losin'...once again..losin' again...like every other fuckin' time...losin' again...
sometimes i feel like, the world has turned against me,
my own family members are starting to befriend me,
the girl that loved me, now starting to resent me,
lost everything in the world, now started feeling empty,
i'm livin' for Allah, still the devil seems to tempt me,
fallen to satan, and now Allah just won't help me,
yet through all the bullshit, i still feel like he has sent me,
for something better than this, i know that i am destined,
to make it surely, so my nights are gettin' restless,
i'll make it purely, from these nights i'm breathin' breathless,
do not control me, i was made to be the best and,
adapted surely, but i'll never lose my essence,
i'm made a warrior by the struggles that i've lived through,
soldiers is shit to what a brutha can ever give u,
i'm livin' in pain, so much shame, to my name,
while the struggles on my heart is fuckin' fryin' my brains,
i feel the devil'z blood, he reigns, as he crawls in my veins,
tears up ma muthafuckin' heart until he's filled it with pain,
it's gettin' crazy, till he's up there reachin' ma brain,
controllin' every little step i take it turns me insane,
i'm made a criminal, look at what i have became,
a product of the devil, Shaytan starts to reign...
hehe..lost again...i..lost again man...
it seems i cannot win against myself...when i say the devil is in my veins...he is not only in the veins of my body...but in the veins of my soul...this is when he possesses me and we become one...when i speak of him entering my brain...this is when i cannot distinguish between my thoughts and Shaytan's thoughts...i am not possessed...hehe...i have become him...this is me....a product of the devil. |
