The Devil

I call him the devil because he makes me want to sin
and everytime he knocks I can't help but let him in
and every time he would leave me weak
so weak that tears flowed like a river down my cheeks
you stroked her when you could
while I was home being good
I mean you lost a diamond playing with a rhinestone
I'm just saying looks like she had lots of testosterone
see I ended up finding comfort in the arms of another man
and finding peace and tranquility in a cup filled with new Amsterdam
but the next day my mind replayed the incident in my head
my soul was still alive but by this time my flesh was dead
so infatuated with controlling the outcome of my own life
that I never gave God the chance to help me survive
I was too busy playing old maid with the devil
I was too focused on my cards to realize my true potential
making love to the devil every night
I was on my way to be satans bride
but my knees gave out as my flesh hit the floor
I cried out to God I just needed my soul restored
God help me I can't fight this fight alone
the devil has knocked me down and my battle armor he's thrown
God smiled real wide as he reached out his hand
my child I've always been by your side NOW STAND!!!

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