To the Devil
The saints are prosperous and you know why
they torment your kingdom, you aren’t shy
condemned by everlasting rickets
hidden by all kinds of false jackets
smoke all the weed, you can’t be the most high.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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