| Damn
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| You stuck dodging the Devil the older you get
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| Youth grants grace, growth grants grit
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| With that grit comes this known opposition, like addictions, evictions,
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| convictions, lost visions, love riddled with truths hidden, world trippin'
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| Shit’s just glitchin', man."
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| Here come the Devil, talking to you with a smile and shovel, ready to bury you
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| and your lil' hustle
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| And give some bills and a brand new muzzle
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| The piece of peace that your perfect would release into the world would be a
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| poison to the Devil
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| So every chance is taken to take your light, and sell it back to the sky,
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| and for twice as high
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| You’re wise now, though, know it. |
| Do not plant a seed in your mind,
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| if you do not wish to grow it
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| You’re fast motion kept in focus
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| Cash calls some people worthless
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| But what’s chess to Hocus Pocus
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| Pale folks' papas deemed what work is
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| The broken people ain’t always the brokest
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| As for the Devil, show it. |
| No ruler can size you
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| No ruler should rule you, but the one that never binds you
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| Realize too, All that will try you is designed to unwind you, define you,
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| but you do get to decide if this tide will capsize you
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| The Devil’s been lied to
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| The Devil can die, too |