Race With the Devil (From My Secret Sin)
Come on and race with this heavenly devil
Watch as hail reigns on that holy umbrella
You could never become a conductor of this level
I only race with the devil
I ain’t no sinner, but don’t judge me
Temptation drifts toward beginners
Only trials touch me
Alcohol and lustful trust all through your body
Like diarrhea gots a three year old rushing to the potty
Ghostly stats, bitter chit chats
Conquered maps bleeding on mats
Hustler magazines, lonely couples addicted to claps
Strapped in lubrication
So I can live to climax another day
White around my nostrils
Maybe I’ll live to quit another way
Witness my enemies coming ever so toward me
I’ll never live to see a better Hell
For death has assured me
This is only a prelude to a dream
Pastors and priest
Never hesitate to infiltrate my schemes
To get major means
Reality floats above my vanilla sky’s
My conscience tells me
Gods screaming aquapella or at least he tries
Life has no scene selection or fend protection
Choices of a simple election
Hardships are our special features
Heaven and hell have never been so neutral
So come on and race with this heavenly devil
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2006
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