Seems to be

Things he always as they seem or as they seem to be

Having nightmares of Satan, trying to steal my dreams

But even Satan was a custom to have an angels wings

Behind the scenes pull in hidden strings all this hate death and destruction. Look at all the pain it brings

If I need to go to the message in this ink

I had to put it into the suffering

I’ve would’ve lost life’s battle if I would’ve backed down

But I backed down from no man I stand my ground

I fought the Devil we went pound for pound

It’s not how you hit how hard you can get hit and get back up off the ground

I think I got it in one more round I come with a such a distinct sound, my delivery, the weight of a pound my key, like the sense of the hound

So keep your head above water I don’t want you to drown