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